"...As when some pair in lands
Of buried thunder, walk forth side by side,--
The unknown line of fate between--and earth
Yawns, and each, moonstruck, on a separate shore
Receding diverse, swift thro' sounding glooms,
Knows but a lengthening distance and a black
Abyss."

--Balder


    CANTO IV. ("Carbon Dioxide")

Forsaken moons limn man and woman.
When the future and the past commit incest
and guard towers rise--"Problem
solved"--and an ebon
flow whelms stulm;
and your intricate padlock
boil on first ambush
vote Reptile
vote Clueless And Loving It--mildew
a state of mnd--hardly notice the charcoal
as we are all peers here; take the fifth
somewhere else, anxious
of machine-perfect jointure
...a stellar melon lyre made waxwing sultan
of jasmine,
in the heyday of lilac
a broken sculptor
in Petrograd, jellyfish in the quagmire
burning, the burning dropsy bagpipe
of foible
drowsy whilst
i am not yet the walrus
the not yet mischief
delicate hair or thread ball trembling, vodka
waft from off your neighboring pilgrim
and beauty is a refuge
or nothing. Even at the rat massacre
wasabi for sculsh
the joyful
chanting of the retrograde anthem
gossamer with an accent
and loop spoilt.
The road opens now; we are pygmy
on it and only our riddles will prosper
(circle the ninth)
in the twilight coolth whisper: Sulfur.
And none of it may happen
but all of it will. Fingent the formula
stars oblige
sacrificed bishop
that degree is guarantee of poverty
rational sourpuss
huddled in houses famished
trading fragment for useful fragment
in the gulf
surfing penguins diligent for a bargain.


"Would I, for all the beauty of my place,
Lift from the chaste chryselephantine floors
One leprous limb?"

--ibid