I suppose I know,
I suppose.
Callous fragility of toe I think I grow,
I suppose.
Blind leading the deaf leading the mime leading the hapless,
I suppose.
Helpfully prone, apt only when ceaselessly adept,
I suppose.
But buried goes prose like coke-dick nose goes,
I suppose.
Dumbfounded No’s, in time.
Knows not, chosen foes. No knots,
I supposed.

Helplessly untie me.
I propose unto thee.