Then it happens. A man’s voice, handsome, calm, also nervous ab structure.  Protecting a man’s dignity threatens it. Everyone knows that. 
Bathing — ‘worth the trouble’ — called out in a tremblor voice to men aroused like children  
blurring the terrain,  
stenciling closure. He shouts,  
‘Can we search for reason in nature’s chaos... ' 
No one writes like this, pulsating — it’s wonderful.   
 
A near miracle.