AQUATELOS A Thesis Presented to the Faculty ... - Cornell University
AQUATELOS A Thesis Presented to the Faculty ... - Cornell University
AQUATELOS A Thesis Presented to the Faculty ... - Cornell University
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Hold me, yes, I long <strong>to</strong> say <strong>the</strong>n, but no.<br />
How can I clear this virus from my veins.<br />
gnawing clarity in alcoves of my mind.<br />
How can I speak, relapse in<strong>to</strong> conversation,<br />
bring some precious and necessary self <strong>to</strong> table<br />
with <strong>the</strong> catabolic giants of <strong>the</strong> cosmos.<br />
This is a lying part surely. I know you’d disagree,<br />
take one of my hands in your hairless, fleshless own<br />
and press my grub-finger <strong>to</strong> my wormy lips,<br />
let a smile incise my memory like a bloodletting,<br />
a cactus thorn removed deftly from <strong>the</strong> ten-years-aching sole.<br />
Such gestures a speech approximating delight, an asymp<strong>to</strong>tic<br />
deliverance.<br />
But <strong>the</strong>re—<strong>the</strong> hands drop, abused by crows.<br />
A slim glide, amber loon tracking lake current,<br />
mapping out a possible death or possible water field<br />
where spray grain soars and sheds on its roots its nourishing fruit.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> face of such potential, I can only be<br />
noncommital about <strong>the</strong> hawks’ omenness.<br />
I try <strong>to</strong> remain at least a part of my own identity,<br />
not some sprocket lodged in a nerveless circus.<br />
The road seeps on, <strong>the</strong> <strong>to</strong>wns change but not <strong>the</strong> act and not<br />
<strong>the</strong> ac<strong>to</strong>rs, if <strong>the</strong>y are like me, but I think<br />
o<strong>the</strong>rs seem <strong>to</strong> know something right and exclusive, like a formula<br />
for baking successfully on Everest, a way of frying<br />
good meats in Greenland, and not <strong>the</strong> audience, of ac<strong>to</strong>rs.<br />
I am made of star-stuff and so was Hitler. So are dumpsters,<br />
<strong>the</strong> babies <strong>the</strong>y cradle on <strong>the</strong>ir way back <strong>to</strong> nothing. So was that shit<br />
who lied <strong>to</strong> me in second grade about ano<strong>the</strong>r student’s lunch<br />
and wishes, and led me <strong>to</strong> devour her candy bar and get slapped<br />
by a <strong>to</strong>nsured principal. I was <strong>the</strong> moon hit by a meteor:<br />
why this permanent hole? Why no breath<br />
<strong>to</strong> massage it gently away, level my uneven self-hatred?<br />
Star-stuff: also <strong>the</strong> meteor, <strong>the</strong> moon, stars. The dead stars<br />
and dead worlds, all la-dee-da one spirit of one<br />
super electron masquerading as all <strong>the</strong> pro<strong>to</strong>ns, neutrons and electrons<br />
supposedly out <strong>the</strong>re in a froth like a saintly,<br />
suba<strong>to</strong>mic ant colony.<br />
Mist is coaxing matter’s stain from <strong>the</strong> world.<br />
The glaucous wedge of ridge between lake and sky<br />
will soon dissolve in <strong>the</strong> nothingness of lake and sky.<br />
Already puffs of white arise here and <strong>the</strong>re—<br />
Already upwelling radiance forces <strong>the</strong> cracks wider—<br />
The limit within one—<strong>the</strong> swelling, uncontrollable growth—<br />
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