To be like Walton.
Immured in ice, unable to tell
land from sea. Perhaps the quest
for human mastery
began at the moment
in the Genesis narrative
when God divided the land from the water.
If this is true we may even mark the place
where time and boundary
fall off. What I want is dissolution
and not the science of deciding
what order material dissolves in.
How funny “the thing in itself” is
when thought of. Look.
A lady is hiking up her skirt
for a distraction:
to entertain the guests
and ward away the impatience
while they wait for their drinks
to arrive. Say it again.
Nothing is too elevated
to bear recurrence.