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[flippantpoet]

i wonder
under what circumstance
the man can be de-helmed
overwhelmed
and driven from his captaincy
to seminaries from the sort of
frame of mind so fortified
friedrich nietzsche
even enters the question of comfort

what devil, you
who step from out the dark to
crack his hip and at last
vanish, daybreaking with no sound
but, booming
nay
all-being “I am”

what, israel?
what is real enough to wrest your hands
from clenching wheels
and taking meals in private cabins--
what happens?

thunderpeals, torpedoes, and whales in question--
does a man overboard
(and, yes, to exacerbate)
drown him a sailor or
make him Yahweh’s first mate?
-mbc