27. prolate spheroid shape

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"Poetry advances into the unpoetic, not like a conqueror but like an ignorant man with a club." --William Logan

"Lost" Plath story.

the ocean has its storms
yet blanket else Earth lacks
wishing for sameness torques
the caster of pentagrams

alone on the open sea
constitutes sharp norms
whose teaching parallax
is its own black constancy

there is not this season
to waste in idleness
a comfort zone
there is not, this season
by folly or mad design
we put our neck in the noose
there is not this season
to waste in idleness

my mind has wandered far & it is not yet done;
my mind has done its best at home by far.
Airbrushed in three dimensions, one with the blitzkrieg mentions,
a shrieking hairbrush airbrushed in three dimensions.

dance · between · the landmines

the opacity of the air no longer intervened