Philosophies of possibility
will always be corrupted by uncertainty.

I revel in superfluous detail
sometimes. Or I want the gist.
Truth is isomorphic. Wealth
is variation, patterns of chance
dreaming of purpose; the quixotic
seeking exile to the exotic.

What use, individuals
selling the either or the or
when I, addicted to the pondermuse,
a flighty thing that nibbles and naps,
skims and skips, very difficult to manipulate
and impossible to control, need the both?