Take stock. Cast your gaze in all directions:
nothing except silence. In the distance, a hovel
for the mouth to inhabit. An owl’s call portends
strange sights. Tracing out a novel shape
amid the morning’s gray stillness. The eye picks out
rogue points of light. Jarring again and again
the shutters that overhang this enterprise,
mouthing stray and skittish phonemes. Lower
yourself into the shape of a cavern, uncertain.
As in Dante, sprawling towards descent: you spill
onwards past that still point, mirroring the fall.
Onwards past that still point, mirroring the fall
as in Dante. Sprawling towards descent, you spill
yourself into the shape of a cavern, uncertain,
mouthing stray and skittish phonemes. Lower
the shutters that overhang this enterprise.
Rogue points of light jarring again and again
amid the morning’s gray stillness. The eye picks out
strange sights, tracing out a novel shape
for the mouth to inhabit. An owl’s call portends
nothing except silence. In the distance: a hovel.
Take stock. Cast your gaze in all directions.