Bodies in motion yes, light-wrapped in awareness,
with knowledging ahead,
     until you're your own sure thing, and the mood's
just part of it,
     the hunger just part, and the presumables, yet to be
discovered, among the give-aways
     and chop-scale models, so that you can guess
who knows, and, in tact,
     can course the ever-widening spectacle, unspoken,
if all-told,
     recalled from the smart-alecking, the letters
from the ancients,
     the initializations canvas had all along been prepped for,
transcending signatures,
     when what could be made, made of, of pre-fevering
stone, sensed through
     and minded well enough, must, computationally maybe,
exist, as prima facie
     evidence, which could be a start you think,
when light,
     from the first pranks, and first sans hazing
initiations, could
     slip-step through light, eschewing
wire and pole,
     or tear the skin right off
the planet.



Robert Lietz