Influence’s nature is to influence. Its confluence
of inferences courses in exactly like a tidewhich sits astride you like a savior: Neptune
on a wave, encompassing the slew of you,
disseminating through – inseminating porous
surfaces to breed new inward constellations
of itself. It knows just how to manage
who you think you are so that you feel you’re
spinning round a star whose organizing gravity
has finally begun to make Existence tractable.
Then, having spun, you wane with it like mist –
its stains refrain, retract. This is its remaining fact.