THE POET FROM ANOTHER PLANET

                         So they drove
                         & the night
                         becoming day became

                         a knife numb
                         and gray &
                         the all-toothed

                         allocation climbed into
                         the realm of
                         the beautiful and

                         lime. Thus aimless
                         it becomes painless
                         the genetic substrate

                         that courses remorses
                         and bids goodbye
                         to the anonymous

                         dispersion. A general
                         economy as if
                         to pray that

                         half a loaf
                         would be not
                         so good as

                         no loaf (half
                         a boast not
                         so good as

                         no boast). Restive
                         without rest, anxious
                         without anxiety. So

                         many fears, none
                         real. There’s a
                         vision but there’ll

                         never be a
                         visitation.

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