Sonnets—Realities XII

even a pencil has fear to
do the posed body luckily made
a pen is dreadfully afraid
of her of this of the smile’s two
eyes....too,since the world’s but
a piece of eminent fragility.
Well and when—Does susceptibility
imply perspicuity,or?
                     shut
up.
    Seeing
           seeing her is not
to something or to nothing as much as
being by her seen,which has got
nothing on something as i think

,did you ever hear a jazz
Band?

      or unnoise men don’t make soup who drink.