Unread books pile up like showdown shadows at noon. Arrogant words I cannot take back, take over, gather to a knot, and drop the sack. I hike from ignorance to ignorance, a mountain-climber perennially picking the incorrect peak. Now, old love, tomorrow some mania I can't quite manage to squash. Voices flap like bats deranging the dark . . . . Where now are the hard stars that used to pin me in place? I've fallen from the constellations like a high-school poster from the wall, a browned leaf in the mass-- No longer tethered to the visible, anonymous at last.