A way forward without. What to remove from the drawer above the collar which is of course mislocated. Ruminations pretend to be while definitively they are not to be. And yes, we are yet, steaming not quite wet on a humid Saturday afternoon after a nap, dispelling soon. Away from prepositional logic next to the kitchen door a figment of a tree pretends to be happier than its fellows. Where did we get here; Why are we throwing What we had into Wiser silences.