While the realm of thought is arguably physical
There is a gradient from do to try-to-figure-out
It goes from the construction project manager
To a bookish, wordish, monkish gambler
On chips that have no value and bets that add
Up to knowledge, insight, not-even-a-little
Outcome, whereas the companion actor
Makes hay out of a fieldstone, a house out of
The trees, what-the-hell-do-you-mean when
You talk about Forests and the spirit of root-
Water? I know which side of this analogic see-
Saw I stoop upon, and I think you understand
As well as anyone, for what do-ish one curls out
An afternoon to argue out a dichotomy
In the form of a poetic formulation
Roman Ryan 