Evasively Pervasive Invasives

Minds blossom galleons of pollen
And then try frantically to thin

Our self-reproducing gardens,
A tilling and killing minds call

A culling, a cultivation.
It seems like a condensation,

But it’s intended to produce
More of the desired kinds of blooms

And is itself an irony,
A weedy, ochre, numbered thing

With its sprouting of compact lists
Meant to summarize all of this

That in turn reproduce more lists,
As, viz., the types of narrative,

The basic types of narrative—
Here are the four plots of stories—

Here are the six—three basic myths.
Quit it. There’s one story. It’s this—

Out of oblivion, narrative;
Out of narrative, oblivion.