We all search for the simple parts of our lives
by falling in love
For on the weekend some of us will make stockings.
For caterpillars know not what evades detection
in the raised dew of the brain.
Labels, rejected by society,
are the mystical signs of the quantum science
babbling behind a spatial skein,
the aimless nest
of adjectival fibers,
the knobby truss
of all of our lives.
art by Die blauen Reiter