#133

A good thesis, he was always telling them, begins with a question that you cannot answer. But a poem? That's a questions of questions entirely. Light in the spaces between buildings, Greek temples of the city's three train stations. Not efficiency or persuasion, but song. "Wait...So you're telling me," said Mike, "that things have more than one meaning?" What would Square say in response? thinks Stephen. To his students, rocked and buffeted by noise. "And they have more than one you-ning too" perhaps.

No no - think on your letters instead. Brush off blankets from the stiff of white beds. You are letting the dark back in slowly. So let it. There are seasons for what you must do. Believe. All this thinning and pacing at ends is for citizens. What remains yet remains to be seen.