Interpolation

I sometimes drop it, Quick

As the evening progressed,

What dimension? What degree?

What genus? How many holes 

Does a curve have to swerve?

Console my monstrous delirium—

Turning over in its twistiness,

Sufficiently floppy, break the curve.

With wiggle room in the bundle,

There are four special exceptions

So close to paradise. Swinging

In the hammock's lull, insert

A song into the piece. An unremovable 

Remark interjected through

The expected number of points.

Curves will always interpolate—

Crawl from the sea and breed

Obsolete orbital reef in Sierra’s space.

Our blue origin chomps the brittle line.

Anonymous delights in pains salty pail.

The machines inclined to utriculus

Stroke circle, paddle, and open sail,

Sleep— The evening became ridiculous.