Harry Soot,
unclear, of course, about fire.
            How original, originating,
it really was—
            Forests aflame. Resinous clubs.
In the dark paneled reading room
a green shade.
String figure Verenga-uka (Female Spirit), Easter Island. ISFA.
Sand, a cat’s cradle fan and economic.
Her shave and a haircut, fifteen cents;
her Oceania nodes of knot
            remembered navigation;
her numerous fingers interlaced
with gloves—made of holes—slipped
successfully over;
            her mediumistic con
in the dark apparatus, all one, all
the same nano-rope. This point
escaped Harry. Harry preferred Ouija
wavering words, reassured by
Ouija jerk.