Or maybe we can go to puncture When we realize all substance, Urban special or suburban glacial Is stubborn made, and so Inconsistent in its weaknesses.
Nothing seems so weary Enough to split itself in front of us, Or ignite for our pleasure, Turning into tricks for fires Motioning for some self-destruction.
Quick, think of what might Be hiding from our wandering, We should go and pursue it, though I cannot imagine anything Capable of being defeated by lying.
Take up a bouquet of needles, Hypodermic and arboreal, We will have to learn to tempt With the sharp edges, a lesson gained If we decide to go puncture.
We will have to begin with snow, Easy to first part, then easier to melt, Snow is no burden except For the dams and rivers in spring, So now let us partake in parting snow.