"The Cave of the Storm Nymphs" by Edward John Poynter

teeth in the morning.

   "Touched by an Angle"

they move on, leaving · ev'rything for me
they say they're doing · ev'rything for me

i drive on concrete · darkened by the rain
the Maafa darkens · ev'rything for me

this solstice staggers · Armageddon's green
the wind blows, saying · ev'rything for me

Blockbusters seeking the same thing again
Never in the river the same thing again

Its learning curve flat, a nation at war
Fails to admit it's the same thing again

Everyone expecting their moment of light
With dark hearts sparking the same thing again

Even Graywyvern complains and forgets
Tomorrow he'll wake, praising the same thing again

Destiny In A World Where Time And Space Do

we are the last to write with rocket fire
maybe the last to pull from sockets fire

so beautiful and strange our last despair
crying on the global docket, fire

the garden's dry. desp'rate fathoms reign,
as i impart into gold's locket--fire

tell Graywyvern you saw him fangle a way
to sculpt with only a broken maquette, fire

"It is surely no accident that the members of the small, close-knit Oulipo movement worked for years in a mushairah-like atmosphere: they limited their numbers, learned from each other, and paid the closest attention to their emerging mutual body of work." --Epilogue to Nets of Awareness