Uche Nduka		A PEBBLE'S DEBATE A pebble's debate with a shoreline. This is the line,this is the mail. It is what you see. This whitening into dissatisfaction. It is what you live. Forgive me if I have affronted the breath That gladdens your sleep. THESE ARIAS His clog's drabber than her denim baggy. Their bare page blares out there. The thing I know about life sweet-talking me is that I believe it so far. I assent to my premiss, to my excess. These arias and me in you.		SEIZURE To throw up a pumpkin and plant a gong inside the earth. At teatime a toccata eating crawfish. A love building up an afternoon. How can you resist it? Pass on the pipe. At teatime such sound as was Ligeti's. The dervishing that wove our consummation.