the ship has shoved off · on those shabby themes
some fragmentary phrases · refract old light
past parrotting · past holding
in hard copy · the key hitching
my mind moots · it makes no more
& wraithly relegates · where the rotten floors
allow no landing · i sit studying
one old book · another old book
from worn out wartimes · wildly displaced
& the shadowless snuffle · of fierce forces
i would rather not name · take hold with a rune
as much might · as a meddler wields
this sad century · or till now seen
one feather's flutter
"I've always had access to other worlds."
"Tempest unfolds its pinions o'er the gloom
That shrouds the boiling surge; the pitiless fiend,
With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey;
The torn deep yawns, the vessel finds a grave
Beneath its jagged gulf."
--"Queen Mab"
"Spreading my bones at ease, to drowse in deep
Oblivion, as a shark within the wave...."
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