Are you useless
are you dead
are there words inside your head
that defy form
defy translation
and do you think above your station
or do you think in terms predestined
Are you yawning in the breech
and fingering gnarled, weathered teeth
If you found these letters
would you say
if you found these spaces
could you stay
and stretching - warm, irresolute
in cottons, linens, and silks or furs
should you choose
that the world burn?
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