Fall fall fall fall fall, Like fathom feathers, Like Jupiter eyes, Till at the end of the self, The alphabet gives up the ghost, And in this dust New spectacles Breathe in the firsts Of perception Again. Again The doubling of cells, The doubling down of wiring, And at most The winning of confusion, From this Somehow Real steps. ~ Mischievous infinitesimals Chide the ego. All sound rests on no sound. What is the price of being particular That can but be halved? But go on. You must. Endorse your leg muscles. Your poetic anxiety. Chide back.