How comforting to heed the logical limit
Of objects at which you can shake a stick
Regrettably all too often exorbitant boluses
Transgress the inevitable perimeter

How comforting to heed the logical proscription
Against certain objects’ holding candles to certain other objects
And nobody troubles about the terms’ consent
They seem so like objects compact and entire

Psychoanalytic explanations obtain
And explanations phylogenetic biophysical or politico-economic
You can’t lose except by remaining silent
But how to explain the lone rider’s compulsion to speak