An Almost Astonishing

You have an almost astonishing clarity 
of thought overwhelmed by fecundity 
of imagination, ideas in a sling 
which you bandy about crack shot 
and zing, as with overwrought style
you go wandering, brought down 
to basis: a hole in the ground. 
What baseless basis is that
to dig? Next you catapult up 
in a cloudhead bound passing 
shooting stars and woolgathering, 
knitting sweaters from such rough 
fibrous weave. Why I do believe 
these sweaters were wolves. Why 
on Earth do you make such a spectacle? 
Such epiphanies fit only fancy fools. 

I do not mean this to be mean.
I mean, I don't mean it that way
at all! Untrue. I just see
something in you
quite admirable, and I wish
it were in someone less
like you.