“When Little Marie looked out
The Out looked back
X’s all over that first contact

Besides the crushed stones
Beneath the burnt trees
Danced all the everythings
That ever could or would be

When she struck
her drum
Them Fields let loose
the sacred hollers
(((((((((((!I!I!I!I!I!I!I))))))))))
ancient medicines produced
from the ethers
Musics rained
Poets swarmed
Mystics took up arms
This is how
the now
was born.”

-Another monopoem from Little Everywhere… still in progress.