Prometheus
Cryptic
like the hilly prohibitions
that I could not meet you by,
You stand there in transition:
an aberration, a monstrous
secretion, violating and contemptuous, my!
Blood oh by and which I swore
I could encompass, infiltrating that thin, stolid,
rigid film that blinds all your orifices;
I thought and knew and believed.
I thought I could you.
How could you let it die?
