That final ordnance
a spry sparrow of a chapbook,
as set in its way as Zen in the Art of Archery
but healthy as a hound,
a quick study.
I’m missing following you
dear seeker
dear who.
What was then is now
not a bear but a trap—
calculations, credit
And thus
“Moral”: stand there, act that
From beyond
“right/wrong,”
“Which first, meat or engine?”
welcome, give rise, help raise
Trance-Scripts 