TURNED BACK THE DISASTER COMES BACK

Contrary, besieged, my self

makes me its accomplice.

I owe him, my mandatory proxy,

a borrowed happenstance,

a philosophy in place of me.

Welcome, difficult neighbor,

the patient, dying, announces,

for he is my neighbor, who

assigns the me in me eaten away.

Such is the new future no present

remembers: the fall of the regular

fall of the beat—the disaster

again. Speaking, we cause it

to appear, the gentlest want,

the same word crushed, feverish.

The disaster is beyond the pale.

Improper disaster, what have you

done? God no longer the neighbor

in this night spared. It is dark, disaster.

What a long way there is to go.