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On John Horton Conway.

"Hubert: It is a fearful and tempestuous time,
      The concave firmament, the angel's bridge
      O'er the world's day and night, is visibly
      Bowed down and bent beneath its load of thunder,
      And through the fiery fissures of the clouds
      Glistens the warfare of armed elements,
      Bellowing defiance in earth's stunned ear,
      And setting midnight on the throne of day.
Huntsman: The roar has ceased; the hush of intercalm
      Numbs with its leaden finger Echo's lips,
      And angry spirits in mid havoc pause,
      Premeditating ruin in their silence."

--Beddoes, The Brides' Tragedy

Existential crisis.

impossible offer
as the rain comes down
in the outer darkness

to the last cobweb
strung in the final urn

morning ixiptla

Powwow solo.

"...I went on to wonder if honestly one could name two living poets now as great as Tennyson and Christina Rossetti were then." --Virginia Woolf, 1929

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