Weighing left-handedness on the canvas,
Demonstrably yours, Cy.
He let the line drop. He said: "Imagine that we have
straightened the wire without stretching it."
Below it, a number that may measure the wire
while abstaining from it.
In basic idoms
of boundlessness, the canvas invites writing
a number in abstinence,
or as though "out-to-lunch," which is a sure sign of
inward boundlessness is Vico,
who is elsewhere
taking his forks, yet also and fundamentally, taking his fork
with his left and transferring it to his right
in his children, his commitments.
Of language and the prelinguistic
left-handedness and "vocalissmus" at its source, he had something to say,
would have apprehended the difficult fixative in. the words "speak it."
Speak right-handedly, he advises.
"If you ask me, that thundershower is through-composed."
Meanwhile analysis grew and grew in the baby.
"B" and then "B" and then "Brr."
With performative scratches and eventual socialization, left to right,
the roaring wind. The wind in vagaries
let us stutter further
for a wealth of
usage more analytical when left-handed than he seems in ratiocination. . .,
reversing "B" in time
to rest our conceptions.
You left your watch to wind down.
From the lips of bed, P rolled out a beginning, drove a thundering
from bed to earth. "May one begin where one pleases?" he asked.