I want to call requests through heating-vents,
And hear them answered with a whispered, "no."
To crack the code of muscle, slacken, tense.
Let every second step in boots on snow
Complete you name with accents I can't place,
That stumble where the syllables combine.
Take depositions from a stranger's face.
Paint every insignificance a sign.
So tell me nothing matters, less or more.
Say, "whatever we think actions are,
We'll never know what anything was for. "
If "near is just as far away as far,"
And I'm permitted one act I can save,
I choose to sit here next to you and wave.