Introductory Clause

Because at this moment there is nothing to do, yet always
To shift, to move, in lieu of leveling fields and horizons
And the day leads itself into light. Sun remains fatherless

Around the knuckle, the sore spot, gather sticks
And plastic knobs; cart flesh, creepiness of memory
Triads, triple-threats, triangulations: with these comforts

Create clauses. Long sweeping vistas. Be a god wand.
Work hard, be good. Remember to spread thanks wherever
And whenever bits are de-linked. Slack mouthed, seek awe…