On a mild evening in Ft. Lauderdale palm trees decline to point the way through swirls of rush hour traffic. Knowledge is meaningless, where strands of artificial eyes blaze, like Kali's necklace life may well depend on bacteria, molds, and chemical compounds, but thought achieves complexities that can’t be reduced to prior building blocks. This is one of the great puzzles of thought: It can originate its own species, select unnatural ideas, and show its own evolution, and much thought that is quite unfit survives, unable to see behind, change lanes, drive in circles, falling back, disoriented.

Under the cover of darkness, in this part of town one neighborhood mirrors the streets of another. After several phone calls, the lines direct, Sasquatch is eating grilled fish.

Table manners    impeccable,
                               nobody burps,
swamp gas rises in a moonless

                                                 sky.