". . ."

"Accident has a lot to answer for,"
And "Waste, paradoxically, is a kind
Of reservoir." "Humans like lodgepole pines,"
And languages prove themselves infinite,

An alternate universe caught within
Both the universe it claims to describe
And the universe of cells that model
It and the universe it can't describe.

These are not eggs, not painted dolls of men
Who were tyrants in succession, nor girls
Who were anonymous as fairy tales.
These are quotations, nascent or done. Done.