
the walls are wet
with morning dew
maybe we were meant
to suck in the poison
too
pass it inward like a vision
conversant
in the old mendacities
out and out
time and again
so we could say
confidently
that we knew
what was
what
auto-philosophy, eroto-foetaesthetics, impolitics, apragmatics, beaux gestes, mythonilisms, and conspirations