Can I call you privately into the moment —
Hadn’t surfeit and raised eyebrows happened a few months ago?

An incandescent unsettling,
Just look;

We have no rich uncles,
No pills or angst, no
Noble feats — Much of what counts

Is reckless footage
That seizes our space —
The beak of the finch

Hops and then the whole finch hops to
Where it plants itself.. no
Public sentience in nature.. some disgust (from particles) —