Close, as if a single scream gave birth
to whole families of traits, such as flavor, color, spin,
and this tendency to cling.
Dry white frazzle in a blue vase, beautiful.
A frozen swarm of incommensurate wishes, slow, blue, stiff,
are forms of crowd behavior, mass hysteria.
Come close, the crowd is made of little gods,
and there is still no heaven.