Tuesday, July 7, 2015

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.

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