I’m conscious of my physicality. Why does the body function as it does— Maddeningly and inauspiciously? I’m conscious of my physicality Anew – and all my conscious cells agree They’re irritated by the low-grade buzz. I’m conscious of my physicality: Why does the body function as it does?
I know your sense of time is different, lord. Your one eye takes the long and thorough view. You sent a raven from your wisdom hoard To Poe, who deftly grasped the dismal cue. Still, as is known through nine worlds, you have two. Another must have soared then through the air. The centuries since then are naught to you. So, Grimnir, is your messenger still there? Then send him winging urgently to where I wait, my mortal blood now growing cooler! I’d like to hear of how to beat despair From you, supremely doomed, the hopeless ruler. Then again, wolfish sir, I don’t insist. Too many lost Lenores are on my list.