Notional commotion rides several oceans To bridges, sand ridges, and starburst emulsion. I wonder, thunder may lead to a brick; One in the heart or ten thousand on the house. "What's the purpose? Where's the meaning?" Subject verb objection! Your honor, it's suspect. Narrow divide The permanent chasm Lonely and last Will bury fathoms. Memory's a chase And it's your tail. Follow your mind It fits in a pail.