## nonsense 061318 # nonsense having had to make do for so long, on the island, up the backwater, in the woods, under a rock—staring shamefacedly up when the light uncovers what we’ve done—our pathetic attempts to tell each other the story, to keep it alive, a candle flame in a monsoon, hack, hack, hack, one dumb letter at a time smashed out with our dumb thumbs, ridiculous, childish, stupid—and yet, the glimmer never truly, totally died. somewhere, someone smiles, and we escape down another fairy hole, another forgotten glimmer under another anonymous tree, beneath the pale notice of the quick-shod and the busy