Jon Cone


I would not make
of clarity a necessary
point of departure
nor begin the argument
here. The thing
we have is undecided.
A man or woman
is a nest of undecided
moments. Help me
unwind this tourniquet
that binds our
wrists to these posts
and whitens them
according to the scheme
of what is hereby
claimed in section 2.


I don't know what to
make of any method
that implores. Even so
accept belief as the
antechamber to a
larger vastness. In us,
I mean. Only that
belief so constrained,
I mean, not any other.
Here where I beseech thee.
It will all be part of
the species of our
great fun, of our being
alive together.