How the pitch of childhood sails
toward the conquest of narcissism
that dragon-livered country
one comes upon alone
in dire revelations
but if you can’t believe
yourself you won’t
believe the dead
or whole families of them
working invisible skies
or swimming upstream
against our comical bearing
some word
or wail or laugh of theirs
rushing toward our mouths.
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