AQUATELOS A Thesis Presented to the Faculty ... - Cornell University

fingernail, I took it for omens.
That we go in scattered like bean-sized
grapeshot, that we eat without chewing, without
jaws, marvelous funnel of forgiveness.
But hot-hearted the day grips harder
and all labor shrivels like the least overlooked
membranes of autumn.
What bridges the gap if not
a leaping wild spark? Unhesitating, unrepentant
as the flayed-over wind sexing everything?
I have believed in placebo gods.
Cottonmouth, rival. Betrayer of sugars.
But we are rollking, dropping into infinite
curvature, no shrines, no curbside.
Mountains self-adorned.
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