how you woo me with promises transcending the seal of mortality while death, certain and life, unsure and the money, it defies gravity * it flows up, tainted, delirious waterfall rising ashes of burnt contracts— * * my policy is to twinkle * right back at the stars * * * * * —until the summaries of * benefits can wait no more * and death accelerates like a crumpled wad of direct mail hurled into the gaping maw of eternity (represented here by a waste basket)