The if-movement (aspiration) can be thought 
A nature walk you (like any of us) can jump in on or not — so on   
 
-coming then coming clean is another sort of closeness.  
Later, new police! 
[talk of paranoia...] 

I flash forward to your original brilliance.
& today I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by an against-type chamber piece
somberly floating in odd intelligence, now audible 
signs of history, of intention, preparing nature for us.  
 
I write on my nature in my head. Let’s hold a séance! 
I snare us muse Joy to starve a fever. (Is it raining out?  
At a range in speeds & locales, yes.) 
Many rooms, each story (usually) with clay-toned physiques  
fighting the relative fight waving, receding on one another  
 
— most under an influence indoors & out. Outside is filthy. A foot of snow from the window. Laps of water filled with light snow, rotating in reverse as if catching up on how to purify their offspring & manage their own fever in lurches of nibbling torque in a day then daze.