I Was Playing Catch With The European

Is It Not The Play Of The Mind We Are After? Is It Not That That Shows A Mind Is There At All?

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

There Are No Hierarchies, No Infinite, No Such Many As Mass, There Are Only/ Eyes In All Heads,/ To Be Looked Out Of.

You Can Do Anything, Really. And That, L Think, Is One Of The Exciting Possibilities Of The Present, L Swear, Is The Possibility That The Goddamn Thing Can Be Modaled Throughout.