What's new when the typewriter monkeys Get the Library of Congress and everything else? Bricolage was our art (the sap-leaking edge) And now we need to plant trees. Identification helps, these eyes are made To find. When every thing condenses to a point Why is answerable to one. Addition! Bigger infinities! Snores and sighs and sightly mornings, Experience has the reins. Cold verbs get away with it While the heat twiddles thumbs; A life is death and births and pain Must we look away? To flourish: to set proof aside: To establish continuities: To ready for the end.