Ars Poetica
In the mouth of the monster
Under the wood of its heart
Lighting this rock
We'll place a flame under the soup
Before ice forms on our eyes
We pledge to tell it
Oh live it first, but when
The hurlyburly's done, we'll have sight
Leading to insight and then messages,
Mysteries, the use of melody if we're careful, patterns
Will pervade
One ring on each our toes won over time, hold them up to the light
Look at those sensors lifting and dangling and showing what followed
The courage, the speech tidying it up.
—Grace Cavalieri