for the earth what goodness
doesn’t finally beg for
something dissolute to do
doesn’t wish to be sent back
to Poughkeepsie or the Peloponnesus
the world is just big enough
to swallow all our shame
I keep trying to remember
when I first fell in love with the world
this Bethlehem before all
the endless constellations
this research project of the gods
so material life can be
safely contained and studied
before it too widely spreads
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