With éclat, lift the listless heart
from—from? The unseen (one). Which has us
most of all. Soon, before it stops.
Electrify the fibers. Find
and seize what’s most centered, most
sinking and—there—pour out
your maniacal fires. Burn up that sea
with a sacred art.
Afterward, breathe imaginary life into the invisible (one’s) dying.
And take pity on the failing genders—translate them
into Rosalind & Ganymede.