Dearest Remarkable, Plenipotential G___

I encourage you to take off your fear and leave it in the faded green locker with other worn things, like at a nudist camp.  The veins of a leaf carry the important stuff, deliver it to phloem through green.  I suspect you might not need a fig leaf, ever – the xylem provides the essentials, from the roots.  You should not confuse yourself with someone who hides behind bushes.

 

You have offered me more than I can eat;  I stare at the new abundances and look around frantically for doggy bags.  Remember that time I tried to explain the brilliant blue streaks I saw around every streetlight?  I thought it was important, a message from the gods, or possibly an indication that I should stop taking acid.  No one, as far as I know, could ever explain you.  You were like a hallucination that I told myself I would deny in the morning.  That it didn’t happen, God did not talk to me.  Yet there is always that vague suspicion that it is perfect and real, but my over-rational mind censors it from memory with a big black magic marker – nothing to see here – redacted.

 

The time of day recedes, and the nets pull us into now relentlessly.

 

You took Latin – the Romans did without the letter K, and they did so remarkably well.  But what if some ancient graffiti artist had started chipping Ks into the garden walls at Pompei?  Quid est?  It’s like trying to explain Kiwi Shoe Polish.  It is not made from Kiwis, Kiwis do not wear shoes, and there is no such thing as Kiwi shoes.  Oh, it is a Brand Name.  A Brand.  A name given to a thing.

 

So let’s name a peculiar new thing, maybe give it a name with which we are unfamiliar.  Like a collaboration between two musical notes when a third hidden note appears, and people hear it while realizing that it isn’t there.  That already has the apt name of Ghost Tone.  The thing we should name is more like an unexpected shoe polish, or a superfluous letter of an alphabet, as incongruous and perplexing as inexplicable fear, or the architectural finds that are so unknowable that we have a hunger to explain them.

 

P.S.  I agree that the vines will grow through any cage.