Pitch-poling

do you know what I would be afraid of?
dot dot
keeling.
listing to sides off any teleological track.
it's over and that's not me as nihilist but all as how we are.
gosh, i should text message this.
instead
like so.

It's Borges!

I know what it is, it's Borges.
Much of me had really done away with the comforts of metaphysicalisms, which are no joke but more than a trouble. Then I found myself lost!
See, like that. It could have been a joke about Ariadne but that would have been phonetical, a pun surely, and rather less dependent on signifieds.
I feel like I'm carrying baggage around--my desire isn't interstitial, it's damn near anthropomorphic.