Resonators

The first story.
The ground floor.
Get in, go up, gone out.
Ascending notes, higher desire.

The narrator marks the uncertainty
with a little omniscience.
Feelings plot to overthrow emotion.

An ocean of purposes
porpoised at the point
of the crest of the wave
breaks and foam at the why mouth river.

Continue for a quarter
to come to the hole
where the ending swindles
the epilogue for all of its 
noons to threes o'clock.

The tiny ways and the big way
each hurdle the universe,
cosmic bicycles we all must ride.