Rabies in the cynic

Or: A third century fit

A cancer of spheres (here we will
see in everything allegory
and in every allegory spheres)
expands and expounds upon itself:

a patriot of the species
reads himself to death:
a slack young man
gathers his grain early
and hoards it in the brain:
the epics have dissolved
into tongues of the world
wracked by selling him and her
to each other’s grimmest parts:
where the good heads go
beyond sophistry and sorrow
we might discover in the grove
we’ll all be buried or burned in.

~ by Jeremy on June 7, 2013.

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