mmmmcxiii

Astride the Vertical Vector

How much paradox in
one day? I could spell
it all out for you, but
what would it matter?

The top of my game is
the bottom of this barrel.
The rock bed upon which
dead men drown is the up

per edge of the galaxy. But 

I am home. I know my place.
Like the half-rotten meal that
you’ve eaten, it has gone down

into the depths, as low as it
can go, only to rise again.