Way out (is there a way out)
To the coastal wilderness and the sea
Went the furious hermit with his wife
(Who was even busier than he)
To restore to us Prometheus
Rolling the stones of poetry
Uphill and down into a sturdy home
(No way but they got a piano in)
And then he built a curious tower
To his love where she could sit
And sew the waves together
Or in silence eat their frugal supper
Until he would start to curse the stones
Rushing off to fetch another
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