No answer constitutes my entire point,
A dot in a painting he made to avoid
Painting what he thought would be more important:
His urgency more truly that of the minor chord,
Music small enough it fits in a box
Like this box has no function in this marge “of sportive wood” 
Than displacement, and egregiously strewn with cans without the decency to turn all rust,
While deer which would never fit— 
And perfect for a car, perfectly no nor spin as
Earth engages its axis.