Poetry

Tempo Rubato Luminoso Con Moto

The woodpecker’s catechism, doctrinal, drilling the house,

is the discordance between thinking and thought,

is the candelabra of your hand, there, effacing thought,

is the clock’s cluck-clucking: What is the chief end of man?

 

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