Drafty mess of mind finds clarity in poem. Writers from the stacks lend charity advice.

Consider Bowing from the Granite Cliff

   With apologies to William Blake and Pablo Neruda

To see the world in a slice of toast

   Hold infinity in a bite of stone

And eternity in an egg

Yet, in the living room, monotony

   In the pants of college town, burn

In the head, a faint and clumsy whirr

What catalysts were in the glowing mind

   Each chamber loaded large and packed

Expansiveness of space loud whined

O species dumb and couched

   Your fathers’ mothers' cursing gods
Drilling further into the hot core

O irrevocable river of things

   We cannot bend your course expanse

Burst your banks and flood the land

Look out from where you’re sitting still

   Expand the davenport of devout think

Consider bowing from the granite cliff

     First stanza, adapted from William Blake’s "Augeries of Innocence," 
     written in 1803, from his The Pickering Manuscript.  An augury is a sign or omen.

     Line 13, from "Oda a Las Cosas," from Pablo Neruda's 1954 book, Odas Elementales.