I am more aware of my forebrain and what it can do. I found myself tweaking it mentally, as though I was using one of those little keys for antigue metal toys, squeak, squeak, squeal.
Then, I rose and after some fiddling, came to this article. This is a fascinating article on a collector of just that kind of toy.
You just read, if you are paying attention, one of his poems.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/feature.onpoets.html?id=179326
