I won’t go with Jason for the fleecefor all the algae washing on the beachgray and silver green and silver grayall the plastic bottles and old twinebeaching up onto a bed of sandBut there’s something rhythmic in the artan algorithm for an argonautan I’ll-go rhythm or I’ll-go-notI said I’ll go with you anywhereand I’ll come there too if you are therefor where is anywhere if you are therethe washing of the waves along the beachall the plant life of the ancient seathe dune flowers silver gray and blueThese are the ornaments of what I meanthe organza of a revelationthe orgasm of a something-rhythmin the gauzy morning near the seaOur good bad all garbled algebrawhich is the “binding of the broken parts”which was the offering of Al-Jabrergo I’ll go elsewhere if you are there