Must keep from another
But the sky is no metaphor
For the revelation of the body
As a flower or a tower tumbled
Into a withering ruin
Some desire for destruction burns
Through the cathedral of the brain
The decision a god must die
Written into the still-standing stones
And that god is you and you and me
Saturn’s outrageous children
Compelled by our body’s
Insistence on taking the risk
Of leaping across the abyss of what
All along was filling it with thought
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