To build
upon—something
I was starting
to say yesterday—
regarding
the heart—of the difficulty
inherent to
all sketchy creation—
staring
into the wind-disheveled
weird face of how
devilishly simple!
it ordinarily
is—to just come along and to
topple the whole thing over—
It is useless! You
might as well try
to stop
the morning sun coming—
up again
in vainglory and—completely wrecking!
that tenuous
and exquisite—
dark
web of last night.
