It hadn’t meant
to be preliminary.
And inasmuch as
that can even be
said (as if the con-
glomerate of words
themselves could by
any means attest)
it wasn’t meant to
be at all. And yet,
there it was, just
lying there, in fact,
in all of its primitive,
non-essential and
illustratively in-
complete glory.
Had he, perhaps,
made a little note
to himself to come
back again tomorrow,
or at least at the soon-
est? It isn’t as if any-
one were actually left
wondering. But from
what had, unremark-
ably, been left behind,
not even the slight-
est hint could
be gleaned.
