Andante: “I promise we won’t bean you with a bag of nickels.” Waiter,

there’s a figment in my soup. The quartet’s on a mission; higher

     up, the wait staff’s part doodle/part association we can void.

The quartet’s a hoist to operate microspores by hand,

stacking musical thought like refractions of gaseous tubes that meet

     over lit magnets & their disentanglements ...