Fire and fury
is a wheel,
is a premise
into the ground,
into these dangerous days,
these devious ways,
and the middle wants we strive for.
I thought the wondering would bring us out of the vexed.
I thought the longing would slog away what moves bitterly, but no.
No.
No.
No.
Stocks. Stones. Bones.
That is how the close-to-hand bites.
This is the terror of the matter.
There is no safe distance.
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