There are three courses of action for how I hardened.
Invariably it’s nightfall when I called you Aces. Second,
in a wood some paths were deep descents, big guy,
& looking out, Dr Franklin (you) scorned intuitive leaps
that led Watson & Crick to a necessity that’s always
at the beginning as, third, everyone was telling us we're
inevitable. Further up there’s fog but it’s nice

I can’t explain it. We should be home soon, it’s just
an ingathered feeling, nearest a dry hearth awaiting us
while being googled. What if I am a drifter
responding to a new season of enthusiasms.. could
you still like me, could you vote I liked this except
for you? & lie down with me & reach through. Pardon
me. Emergency. Anyway, excuse me. Pardon.