U.G.: Man with No Title

We
go
to
see
U.G.
because
who
else
is there?
Why
go
anywhere
where
we
know
what
we
will
get
when
we
get
there?
With
U.G.
we
only
know
it
will
be
a
surprise.
We
know
we'll
lose
what
we
want
anyway.
It
will
be
an
anguish
of
Joy
so
how
could
we
possibly
not
go.
Plane,
car,
bus,
train
what
difference
the
speed
time
distance
or
way
across
an
ocean
or
a
street—
Just
so
we
get
there,
see
U.G.,
have
all
our
plans
upset
thrown
asunder
and
feel
that
Joyous
dread
in
the
pit
of
our
stomach.