That we rode harder into the wind，

    That the story got told，

    That the broken candies were eaten first，

    That they were eaten last，

    That all subjects grew extinct eventually，

    That in the inn I ruined our lives，

    That in the barn I tried to save them，

    That I failed，

    That per Fitzgerald the manner remains¹ intact for some time after

    the morale² cracks，

    That in the interregna all suffer equally，

    That the languages we are born ready to speak leave us one by one，

    That unless we're actively³ procreating we're acting⁴ metaphorically⁵，

    That I've never been to France，

    That I've been to Ohio，

    That I remember almost nothing I did there，

    That it is meaningless to say I liked that，

    That emotions accumulate into a few categories，

    That each new one is itself plus everything like itself，

    That when animals act like people we love them more，

    That when they do we want them never to stop，

    That we give them the names we wish we had，

    That men have children and manufacture new mothers，

    That I anticipate escaping my fate or not，

    That I anticipate the future by never buying groceries，

    That I know the flesh is incidental but keep so many photographs，

    That the story gets told，

    That it was the reason for these various movements.