"Sour Neon Worms"
To thole these things demands much more than pluck,
Demands something like feral astronomy!
Darwinian chores & glorifying luck
Alike impede. I find a quality
Of sheer despair in sibyls who won't tell
And desolate days to come arroyos wind
In blindfold choices now. Our poisoned well
Will drive a few souls forth, to fade or find
Their stormy way; from this no dreams derive
That i can use; my deliquescent art
Can teach me only hermitwise to thrive...
O desert, take a solitary convert
Into your depths, whose wounds prognosticate
Perhaps but martyrdom, at no far date.
To thole these things demands much more than pluck,
Demands something like feral astronomy!
Darwinian chores & glorifying luck
Alike impede. I find a quality
Of sheer despair in sibyls who won't tell
And desolate days to come arroyos wind
In blindfold choices now. Our poisoned well
Will drive a few souls forth, to fade or find
Their stormy way; from this no dreams derive
That i can use; my deliquescent art
Can teach me only hermitwise to thrive...
O desert, take a solitary convert
Into your depths, whose wounds prognosticate
Perhaps but martyrdom, at no far date.
