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"Against Creation"

Sovereign of my heart, your temple
Is deep in the dead branches,
Moving only when the wind
Delves so far.

Eden is ago.
I mean, all’s terror Now.
Sovereign of my heart,
I am shouting at nightfall:
Bats above me,
Hummingbirds skittish below the bats,
Almost like dragonflies.

I am shouting into debris.
Immodest happiness in Eden’s humility--
Ago.
Ago.

Adam’s fall invented the future.
He tied the bat’s wings onto dragonflies.
Nature, even as it dies, abhors imagination.
What men call Extinction,
I call Home.

 

Donald Revell