Every other half minute, or thereabouts
With a catastrophic force,
[Of the sky plummeting to earth,
Indented and cracking on every skull
Of the sudden crumbling of a kingdom,
By some unseen and unassuming cause
Of the small singular vacancy that gives on to infinity,
The forgetting of a name, or the path home
Of foreclosure, of living places,
Of any light by which to live by,
Of the extinction of light,
And thick throated awareness of darkness
Of the loss of a world,
And the persistent flaying question of how to live without it]
The heaving blue muscle of saltwater
Swells, crests, crashes
On compliant black geometry
That rock which bears and cedes,
That many-aged witness-stone
