You would play upon me. You would seem to know my stops. ………………………….[III.ii.367]
These brute hands meant to swing the entire ape ………………………………………………..from limb to limb …………..now curled within the formal weave ………………………………………………..of an impromptu ……………………….jungle-gym (on & between the rungs ………………………………………………..where at intervals ……………………………………of oddest fingering perpend ………………………………………………..kumquats of every shade)
are managing a man’s recomposition: plink ………………………………………………..plunk plunkety- …………..plunking down in hesitant start-of-the-rain- ………………………………………………..storm choliambs ……………………….a premonition (different from ………………………………………………..the fact of black ……………………………………cat across your nightmare or ………………………………………………..a lurch in the womb)
that I create the soul I will contain: so move ………………………………………………..the muscles: so …………..the planchette moves beneath a touch ………………………………………………..too commonplace ……………………….to teach (& so I am made to move ………………………………………………..all the days of the year ……………………………………by sway of bodies ………………………………………………..beyond my reach)