Hypothetical

Let's say wind, not fiberglass. Not the chair

     atop the hosanna mountain eclipsing pure mule air.

Let's say eminence, then be still among the moods of moon 

          dribbling on the woods fresh from rain light.

Let's say flight perspires the dream deemed whole cloth. A moth

              flittering too near the bake sale mindset piece                        

           twisted around immodest kismet for a cool 

                while along the gem river with a coverlet 

         to keep the brain from a residual insular piece.

Let’s say camisole perhaps half urgent a simulacrum

of what dictation chants to justice in thin air a small affair

                of the upstart heart in keeping with wind flair 

a trumpet vocalizing brass wealth to all in sync

                 with leathery false fronts a smidge flounced.

 Let’s say this many sorels lifted from the jury pool of applicants

           ready to weigh in against the jowls of purported objectivity.