The subject has a verb but there's protocol to cover before you can properly apply it to an object. On the way, there are little eaves where you can tuck a modifier or adverb. On the way, you navigate a multi-level house. There are low walls which might separate a dog from its bark; the loveless salesman in a story, from the giant insect into which he transforms upon waking. A rabid mob roused to insurrection, from the logic of the law. A few windows lean outward; prepositions as well as the occasional pronoun have been known to use them as slides or escape hatches. War and peace, cake and pickles; diplomacy and treason. You make your way from one element to another, seeking a clear line against hockey sticks and divisive indirection, out of the need to make sense of how exactly things relate to each other.