Sep 26, 2008


i have the secret of immortality:
i am the dross of time,
a cloth of clothos as chthonic dress;
the secret is this--

beauty abhorred is remembered
in the seamless current of days.
you doubt me?
mark yourself with stars--

gravity is eternal--
did you suspect?
here is an orange for your trouble.

just look, just look--
name us each by place and time--
the word is a mortal knife.