We’re ready. Are we ready? Ready. Break down.
In how ready an irrelevancy flies. Good to off
the wagon, good to be somewhat, in size.
Moan a certain way, moan to the end-all.
I dunno what’s left, I dunno. I said I dunno.
But I can retain the universe. I can remain
until it sighs itself away. There is all this
way to be, there is all this way to me.