Monkish antinomy left the office to 1/2- 
Center on taking off for pinier points, points to please death, love, money, success 
                           desperate even dying.  
My 3-D models are you & everything else I can be w / w/out you if  
You left me at random past care.  
 
This dawns on me once  
Before blasted onward, discourse & chaos hand in hand, utterly psychic as we are  
— having seen it, lived it earlier  
 
& I don’t mind if I look dingy or if I’ve already laid the table  
 
Like a fever costume (stretched black poplin) for a big job in a trance.