No Will Beyond Which

"He knows what the heart and brain do,

But he really hasn't a clue."

The first, extraordinary thing

About culture is that men sing

So much of it when they are not

The default gender. The argot

Of philosophes has no reason

To be evolving. In season,

The lake that I love lies beneath

Encapsulating mist, its teeth

Sheathed in waves of silvery mail,

As if no swimmer ever failed

To make it back to stony shores

Skyscraper height above the floor

Of forgiveness. Riddle me this.

The deceased will never exist.