Hawk-Wind 1: My Introduction

MY INTRODUCTION

In vast labor I comprehend

the rushung force of that

which time, in its rudiments

of strangeness, leaves behind:

White; the soft-decayed still

shadings which appear where

none before had stood.

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I delight in such a tonic, drinking

my heavy fill and  -  as sated  -  

burst to lunge in a drunken frenzy 

towards the open sky above. 

Meticulous to a fault, I watch the 

lighthouse misconstrue the harbor; 

sacred ships smashing as they scatter

through their all-determined night.

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And I know no other. I am masked:

A stone, asunder; broken, shot, and

reeling towards a death the likes

of which has never been before.

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So, no one knows, no, nothing.

Yet I, in vast alliance with false

labor, comprehend my end and

see, yes, see, as only I still can.