Rattling the Forms

1 August 2017

I wanted to dissolve my marriage, explode the limits,
seek comfort, oblivion, anything in caves,
on a whaling ship, in a hundred other places.

Shrewd reverie in my perilous head,
I struck out through the shambling waves:
I wanted to dissolve my marriage, explode the limits!

Beyond waterfalls and time lost and the first chastities to mar the shore,
defenceless men set me aflame,
on a whaling ship, in a hundred other places.

Not me at all, but my double, my look-alike;
not someone, but anyone in a sort of cloak and hood…
I wanted to dissolve my marriage, explode the limits.

How bare the narrative seems!
And nothing! And nothing and nothing and nothing…
on a whaling ship, in a hundred other places.

If you could only see me riding on and on,
babbling like a saint in the open fields!
I wanted to dissolve my marriage, explode the limits,
on a whaling ship, in a hundred other places.

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