INCUNABULA
(This Very Life We Lead)
In putting little babies to the test, is it wise
to dunk them in their bath? To see how
long they stay beneath the settled water,
unable to breath, yet screaming? A
wide-opened mouth with nothing coming
out. Like a book, freshly printed and still
letter-press wet, not yet bound or stitched -
hundreds of pages in quartos and octos,
stay in place, awaiting some final act
by which they are finished-up, or the better
word, 'completed'. In the end, we really
find ourselves little-caring for anything
either way - living, dying or staying put.
Maybe even something in between.
This very life we lead.
In putting little babies to the test, is it wise
to dunk them in their bath? To see how
long they stay beneath the settled water,
unable to breath, yet screaming? A
wide-opened mouth with nothing coming
out. Like a book, freshly printed and still
letter-press wet, not yet bound or stitched -
hundreds of pages in quartos and octos,
stay in place, awaiting some final act
by which they are finished-up, or the better
word, 'completed'. In the end, we really
find ourselves little-caring for anything
either way - living, dying or staying put.
Maybe even something in between.
This very life we lead.
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