The blades of spring shoot forth as if

In warning—this white dress shirt catches sun

Hung on the rusted rail. This morning the sky-

Light coldly illuminated plain paper, adjusted

My thoughts toward reasons for leaving,

I found none. Electric telescopes, lessons

In seeing a web as a portal of more holes

Not any sort of container. Nets let sun through

I penned you these letters as remainders

What got shone into & stayed behind. Slowly

Our own suspensions turn on their hangers, catch

In Delay. J, do you think so? Inventions created

TO OPTIMIZE: having seen / watched

Realizing their intentions in being defeated