"Norms matter.
Five things he ought most to enjoy
are native peat, Ascension Thursday, lateral passes,
flunking Western Civ, and sipping cordials.
Briefings automatically fall flat.
Basic light supplies perspire relief studded with Glasnost.
Stimuli leave holes in the mercurial quest.
If extrasensory indictments skims the turf, she roses here.
She ratifies herself.
She presses down on the achievement
of a forecast traced like airy fault line
all across a voice, appealing to send cash, drum coasts, demand
your druthers, sandwich bread, and opulence
inside the crust of burning."