The Last and First Dots

Thought ought wring wrought
from strings sought over the stings
of Bs and As and sometimes why.

Old fireplaces are homes for
plywood and mice and they
enforce noticing on the other
wise men.

Speed secludes the occluded 
visual spiel, a field in which
last season's flowers are the
reason for crushing some
things between two fingers.

How does it connect? The
wrong question. Where does
the notion that all dots must
connect come from? That would
make one final dot.