Intellectually, we're late:
When so much has crept back: an
Unmentionable susurrus of their little feet
Defeats our ignoring it –
Thin ludicrous evacuations & summonses.
See beyond this –
Wise as language is, it
Can't get at one thing just here
Doubly immediate and nervous
A whole sensate realm self-create.

We pick up if we can
Paint that little world we love and
Grow within. It shan't fade
Erode, lift up in disgusting revelation
Like the blossomings of flesh.

We are its smile
Bundled up ourselves
Sweet & particular at the end
Faithful to our final rite.



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