The Name that can be named...

...is not the nameless way.


But wither goest thou, ALfA,
in thy shiny cars in the night? and

what dreams I have of thee,
as if Whitman or
somebody were speaking from some

dreary late-night hang
over

and hanging over the precipice of
time and
everything coalesced into

one.

the

myriad creatures see this

and know that it

is be.