After tons of scrapped
maxims, we're
finally onto one:
tend to happen
all at once.
But with so many components
to what purport to be
"the facts,"
it's no wonder
we find ourselves
up to our necks
in a deluge of fictions
which suffocate
our trust. And yet,
as we sink
deeper down in that
speculative morass,
just look at how
filled, one by one,
we become
with a feverish
resolve to start
babbling afresh
some new story
all about what we had done
to deserve this.
