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Toward Thargelion
In Your Honor. Todd Jackson
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Leave others to the endless
womb,
and to the smooth segue from womb to
grave
With not one crack of cold dry
light.
It is their avid wish, and I wish them
well.
May some other God hold their hands in
the dark.
My own years of bathos did not
pass,
as is proper, with the end of
boyhood
But they have now passed.
I am ready.
Teach me to see myself my own
object.
Show me a shape no mere man may
shape,
Then set me loose upon the
dust.
Delphian Apollo, electric,
You have dazzled the horizon with virgin
worlds.
I bid you set them spinning in my eyes
like
Twin vortices.
Then lead me forward into the
dawn.
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