Careening without want or intention
Mercury is amazed at what separates
us. And he knows the distance he goes.
And he knows he does hate one ands
disgusted by one other, and still owes
the usurious hand of the bank of gods
a debt of withdrawal, and can't get out
from under it. And he wavers ands
had too much coffee this morning and
all of the other gods and coworkers
seem to be moving slowly. And he
doesn't know why. And he flies faster. And
flies faster. And he escapes and is effective.
Now invective all of these, expectant toga, gold
winged sandals, and a helmet. What is he
now bringing; freshly cracked black pepper?
so astringent, a bag of tiny particles. He wants
so bad to drop it. He wants so bad to know why
Diana, in a dionysian act of adolescence, chose
this sack, why needed it all the way hence
—and hits a wall. And doesn't die because immortal
but cries heartily. All of this distraction; dented helmet
