I flash to the fresh writing space. And I’ve never been more uplifted, more unnerved by a composer’s desire somberly floated in a fun orrery, just a display except for the impossible, now audible signs of new history, of mixed intentions, preparing us for a fixed response with renewed power. 

Surely there’s no rebounding beneath the social parasail of poetics sequestration. 

Reset emphasis belongs in the verbatim over 

-supply. That is, which lexicon will be appointed most enabling.  
Ellipses point the way out & will continue — how we express and re-express ideas, simple or not.  
 

Big, multiple ideas are broken down or/and up.. discrete yet continuous 

constituent, subordinated input emerges, important as key testimony, simple and not.  

Simpler the better. Poor poetry yes, scansion none the less.