Insistence on finer points is the stuff highwaymen’s dreams are made on, until the lost chord; it sounded so brittle back there. Come to my desk, we’ll talk it out and by George the next time it will come round, in a dress, and we’ll thank our premonitions and the power of staying up alone in a rain-lashed stadium with the the TV on. So much power, at such a distance.
But it glows.
- John Ashbery, Flow Chart