I’m quick to postulate
I’m an evergreen seed  
-ling aboard a slow poke riding to work — worker and work all aboard molecules snared in a semantic thicket —  
 
I’m sorry for such shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry pieces 

of blue and orange foam and Plexiglas  

got glued together.. ugh, it registers.. The model boxwood 

hastily assembled last night, turning in bed. Sorry hours 

earlier I ordered radical simplifications  

to the centipede’s legs at headquarters. Sorry my most important 
role now is always or never undoing things. Sorry there wasn’t time to make a more polished address on our expanding global network of ex-es.