Brother Awl of Grace
gain say 9n3 again purulent agate
at a raised way a frost tor
that certain & incomparable
raisins in the head
sinxa tu'a le
traffic comes to a crawl before the smoke
plume has declared itself a visible source;
aching to be freed of this, or home
finding out about it on the news.
Hemmed in, ignorant, all the further goals
blasted into insignificance
and we are only tired. The world's black fathoms
will not be plumbed today.