Unable to unwind all the ivy accumulation
in a rugged wind -- they just
shrugged, unable to adjust,
unable to face down
the demons of their facetious selves.
(This is not simply
to imply that they weren’t determined.But, over time, stubborn assiduity becomes undermined,
especially when connubial cement lacks
reinforcement. So,by fragile grapevines, over
tangled ravines, the values they were hanging
onto kept changing:
unable to forge a structure anew
or to forget old collapse.
And neither the heights of their dear science
nor the weight of an alert conscience,
and not Keats and certainly not
could keep the crevices in their isolate selves
from inventing the devices of their together’s undoing.)
Beached,they discovered the sea:
inequal parts nausea and mystery.