I Absorb Via neurons Approximations In favor of survival. But what of the poems that weigh Less than a few pebbles? I’d like to tell you more, that there is a counter weight to approximation: The square root of UFOs, The moon grew antlers and stopped wearing clothes. What’s left are the scribbles of dreams. A mouthful of dusk for eyes. Fingers like the appetite of the moon. Penciled whereabouts on the heart. You Pick up the few stones Of a short poem, Swim against the stars. The trees in October Are not the same as the trees in October. The cities of the Midwest Are wild with the loneliness of the cosmos.