I’ll set my sights on the moonrise by day,
The cup of coffee on the dining table by night:
The romance of the dusk and dawn. Say,
Muse, how great Ulysses got lost—What
A drag. Here we go, every time, same old
Thump thump of the heart, wandering eyes,
Excellent stars. Imagine time squared, sped
To the beat of a dragonfly’s wing, the real
Time speed of the sun’s imagined path:
Now focus—What question do you ask?
