Useless lighthouse, and the bucket on the beach, the tattered begoniasForget examples—there’s not an entity or detail around that isn’t more than a mere exampleWhat’s truly funny?Once upon a time there was a mouse, and there was a cactus and a pair of very small rubber boots with a hole in the sole of the left one, and now that I think back I remember that there was a baby on a barge in a lake full of flowers, and out of these there’s a story to weave and probably more than oneThe music changes at the mantel, the bassoonist is baffled, the synchronizer failsRickety marble, wet wood, the road narrowing into the distance and then turning around a rockIs it empty good writing, is it research, resurgence, repartee?8, 9, 10, 11, minus 31, 8A stranger creates an occasionLewd silver sea, your bigness carries barges as noon stands in grassSee, I got cops—or they got me; so says the melancholy memoirist from the anarchy of her dreamsClear is the sojournIn the stiff air, down the unbalanced wind, over dusty culverts, women bear their hot cells of benevolenceAre all wonders small? — "Unfollowed Figment" by Lyn Hejinian June 03, 2013