For Gotten

It's a certain
ascertainment
toward which
we slant. Grant
our fishes. Heave
our loaves. Until
our stuffed eyes
control no more.
Legible calling.
Calling. Calling.
Answer and don't
answer. Let
the call keep
ringing and 
call back with
an immeasurable
repose. At what
angle will you 
askance? I ask
because I 
asked.