a Line to Thoth (a poem)

dropping me a line to Thoth

greetings, perhaps, on a tattered cloth.

 

Fox.

Remedy.

 

Remedi-

ality.

 

Rewarding:

Me,

since the summer of 63.

 

But I Know

I’m not Surer

of what

is Purer:

my Heart,

or my Battleship.

 

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