Here is the world. It's a cold place & There’s not much you can do with it-- a little shaping or arranging around the edges. Pattern emerges through accretion of detail. Denote. Until light clobbers you hard in the face, a salt wave stirred full of sand & knocks you off your feet & nearly drowns you in the actual. The world is heavy it turns out. Hard with denotations. You come up sput- tering. At least I do.