spontaneities
arise
passers by
are an overstimulating
garden
of eyes
a festival
jazz
serendipitous
one song minimalist
of beauty unafraid
to seem awkward
at first
conversation reductivist
with a loved friend
who'd tax by the head
and prefer votes for
those of Capital
which is one way to see
each part of the garden
in the same way
we move inside
by his request
for this Self Made man
environment serves only
aesthetic purpose
it does little to
create ability
or perpetuate
repression
(with the exception
of huge inheritance
on which
we agree:
outrageous
though I consider
the transition of
favoured labour
to faster-growing rentier
problematic
even within a lifetime
and hence favour
taxing wealth
outside of death)
later we
share jokes and work
laugh freely
and find strange
synchronicities
in our humours
and research
left unargued for
is the
possibility
(necessity)
of the hitherto
unrealized
of apparent
spontaneity
serendipity as a
confusion
of the 'individual'
and the 'environment'
and we
as tools of luck