Dear Magnitude, I leave the how much
to you. Bereft of equation,

I'd rather logarithms lodged elsewhere-
there is no sensitivity in numbers,

only in effects. In the calm, let us speak
in effects: a ball drops

dragon's mouth-to-frog's mouth,
a pendulum swings on its knife-edge

pivot. I'd say the measurable
captivates more than the measurement

in any accident, but I am merely a mass
suspended. Set my pen

to drum, set my drum recording-
I am the instrument of your intensity

and you my more. If there
be foundation, I have found it

to be oscillating. If there be water,
it is something falling.

Be peak to my trough, be hand
fastened to my throat. Shake me

something fierce and I will be the figure
of what you did.