The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

in the rasping of these many worlds

{ on a foreign planet a great claw moves

dark masses echo safety's incarnate form

{ serrated edges hold things in its grasp

imaginary in our sad faltering

{ thud echoes through the mantle up and down

safety in the curling inward home

{ knowing neither home nor sea nor sky

follow down beneath our fulling surface

{ dimly lit and friction takes its course

hiding from the universe and death

{ othering murmurs everywhere abroad

cuddling quietly in endless sleep

{ alive and everywhere and endless claws

always deep below beyond the deep

{ on every planet murmuring and maws

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