The only thing that's going to happen is Christmas 

when we make St Augustine’s exploded diagram of simultaneity

pretend recitations real slow out of the luck sack

you think you created iron chance 

unplanned year-round cropping of the garden

oh say Jonathan Meades in a TV chair weighing tapes

no hesitation to pretend to know wave turning

Trellinick & Massey say oh in wood and fabric chairs

recitation you pretend to repeat and know again

making futurity go in small batches you like it like that

recite in space deathless 20th century cosmos

to stillness to knowing to getting up in the morning

core element unbouncing every time its thrown 

within wch heavy germ of culture sits