Sit and harden
To bitter nothing;
No iterations of mind whirring and clicking
No wealth of intangibles;
Gone all,
All fled to the wind from soft palms,
docile soft assumptions that beauty
needed no steady clasp
No earthly grasp to guide it
To guide you
To strengthen bone to bone and
Sinew to tolls taken,
To hearts weighed and tongues tested

Sat you, boy, with
Circumspect observations
And abstract explanations
For your strength released to the wind
And your beauty to loamy seas

O God,
You are no God,
Just a fool boy
A fossil frozen
A nose turnt up at dry grace