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. 

                    Pa-pa! 

From the lips of bed, P rolled out a beginning, drove a thundering 

    hangover 

from bed to earth. "May one begin where one pleases?" he asked.