Out of the imagination.
Out of the brooding brain.
Out of the urban nest, lined in desires scaveng'd from

He ends the world in icy trumpets of wrath; his god is angry
   and unkind.
His god has sent a worm to diminish us.

 

Therefore, my father, teach me your satisfaction and delight.

She knows it does not matter what she dared or did not dare;
It does not matter now, accursed, to the myth-making village.