chipped and bitten nail, meet niobe, the human riverbed

waterful eye brimming of brown Saturnalia;

weeping ululate, loath of pity,

lacking of yoursness — and still the flowing water.

or, don’t. try? seek the truth from Parnassus, the mountain

down which the river flows, and in which god exists

among men as the mystery of the broken water,

he whose song hails from the nail’s chest.

that which man can never understand, bones and teeth,

nail and eye alike,

brimming, and breaking 

sanguine surface tension.


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