Teleology leads me down a rabbit hole
Was Alice here and does the mirror darken
When you look closer than a glance
Certainly things come away
Until they are nailed down to paper
Or is that a wall I see behind me
Of course there is a goal, the arc says so
But I am saying but and yet and however
Scattering the ashes of a song you wanted to write
And wondering if images and smells and sounds
Make up the stories in which they live