Once A Happy Old Man One Can

One Can Lose A Good Idea By Not Writing It Down, Yet By Losing It One Can Have It: It Nourishes Other Asides It Knows Nothing Of, Would Not Recognize Itself In, Yet When The Negotiations Are Terminated, Speaks In The Acts Of That Progenitor, And Does Recognize Itself, Is Grateful For Not Having Done So Earlier.

The Gray Glaze Of The Past Attacks All Know-how...

You Stupefied Me. We Waxed, Carnivores, Late And Alight In The Beaded Winter. All Was Ominous, Luminous.

Just When I Thought There Wasn't Room Enough For Another Thought In My Head, I Had This Great Idea—

What Is The Past, What Is It All For? A Mental Sandwich?