Before anyone got here
a kind of disease
just not as impetuous
One returns to
a clumsy mortality at best
              & ankle deep 
as it was still possible
                              (like the LXXXI Canto printed on a grain of sand)
to leap from the edge of yourself
                                                ie, the beer bottle window ledge balcony
but blue blue water cut w/white foam
              (as the seagull said to Obysseus)
Leucothea, submerged
                              prayer flags whipping in the winds of chance
in the wind, anyway
expecting all that is oblivious 
& tender
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
