I suspect that any force
giving way to beings
bearing spores or pupils
could be anywhere in any
object, singing. Evidence:
the silver pole that holds us
up and forces our shoulders
together I suspect emits
a thrum while straining
downward toward some
great molten pot, pots to
sources as pots are also
to pudding. Evidence:
earth is also made of
metal. Evidence: other hands
en masse have blessed it.