"Oh, how we love the glow of holy gold!"
They curled, cavorting in the evening sun .
"Oh, but centuries have passed since the rage

"Oh, murder!" she was heard to mutter, or
"Mary mother of god!" You see how close
these utterances come? Please kiss me, Mom.

I said something nonsensical to them
and they mocked back, "but we're your one design,"
or "you're our one design"—which was it?

A sub- or super-sensibility,
exquisitely fine-tuned, can summon up
special information, specially told: