Generous Creation

And in the dark places I see things;

What climbs the floor,

That creeps into the crack beneath

The door?

I have seen such whisperings,

They hover before my sickly eyes…

I hear the wingbeats of Enceladus’ vultures.

Sweet everlast;

You torment me.

I am Tantalus,

And you are the water.

What crawls

Upon the basin of the sky?