Look: I’m hanging out with shapeless fiends
It’s a gift unasked for
and fell into the well.
until they all decided enough had been enough.
asleep, never to wake.
no hesitation in declining the invitation.
and tumbled to the floor, where it remains to this day.
My design was, if possible, to discover some small island uninhabited, yet sufficient, by my labour, to furnish me with the necessaries of life, which I would have thought a greater happiness, than to be first minister in the politest court of Europe; so horrible was the idea I conceived of returning to live in the society, and under the government of Yahoos. For in such a solitude as I desired, I could at least enjoy my own thoughts, and reflect with delight on the virtues of those inimitable Houyhnhnms, without an opportunity of degenerating into the vices and corruptions of my own species.
Jonathan Swift, from Gulliver’s Travels (1726)
We have to climb the stairs if we want to reach the numbness of clouds. Avoid all costs at the end of the rows.
like lion’s eggs
like a passing train
like golden water falling
like spoiled paper
like a toy
like the grasping trees
like lost hair
like a barrier of ice
like a fragile skin