The Host Will Let You in Soon
After a night spent high above the roof,
I descend with a revised system for civilization.
Those cold, distant mountains?
They’re not why we’re here.
I did learn something from the old ideas:
that plants, animals, and humanity
are the boundaries of sense, that it’s okay
to draw stars and hoist anchors on Sundays,
or hang in the sky like a cloud of volcanic ash.… Read the rest