Josh Hanson
HYMN TO CIRCE III
Aeolus' gift:
the broken course,
the renunciation of the middle way:
witchcraft of the eccentric:
love,
which makes a boat of the body,
and bacchic terror, fruitful, sends us falling,
fins cutting water, where the wine spills down:
brine of parting lips, the widening eye,
the cord, tied fast at the olive:
radius
slackening from the marriage bed:
swim out.
Love, we've unwoven that world
--its thread in our hands--
and the center pulls outward…
Which is the frenzy of the god, imageless:
Serpent,
sea-witch,
wife.
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