I am the wisest animal.
I always stayed in the most important sense
right where I am.

Blind bow spirit,

                           my mother,

                                               Beatrice

Every dwelling is a desolate hill.
Every hill is a desolate dwelling.

I miss the misery. I knew I would, even as I leaped
away from my brother to the tribal drumming
of my heart: Britain was more ancient then, the stones

We talk about our seizures and rate them on a scale from one to ten. Most of us are in the four to six (average) range, but you do see a few eights and nines (exceptional) wandering about with haughty expressions and gold-plated tongue-depressors placed jauntily in their breast pockets.

How all things shatter, fall away, and break.
In this time of my great happiness I pass
And repass the gates of the Holy Ghost

Something hopeful is about to happen,
the shepherd informed. The last train

The animals were captivated.
We want the soil, they said.

Now life shall flow around me, colorful,
sensitive, unmeaning. This emptiness

Yes, you and I will meet someday
in the tourist section of the astral plane. We’ll float
like heavenly barges and spit