Of verses
In laziness begot
offspring of such conduct
things
round evolve
and turn
but then
your hurl thoughts from
the Tarpeian rock
of your brain that ticks:
it has gone back
back to its Geological Period old
where ticking as the hammer
so many times was its mold:
pressures
and lakes and cataclysms
openings earth
closing and movements
and temperatures of fire
flying through
the burning boughs of
giant trees.
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