All relationships are squalling
and screaming infants tied around
feet and ankles, tripping, stalling,
and bearing down with weight and sound.
I will feed them in the fountain:
I will drag them up the mountain
and sever every length of cord,
leave them at the summit, board
Hades' boat, and from its railing,
unfettered, fling myself and cry,
"Let them untie themselves or die!
Let them feed themselves, prevailing!"
I, falling, am the bonded slave
to none but gravity and grave.
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