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Not even Zeus himself
could undo my nets
Of stone about me. I forget
The men I was; I take the hateful
Way of monstrous walls
That is my destiny. Straight galleries
Secretly curve into circles
At the stub of years. Parapets
Cracked with the usury of days.
I've deciphered in the pallid dust
Tracks I fear. The air brings me
In concave evenings a roaring
Or echo of a desolate roar.
I know that in the dark there is Another
Out to wear out the vast solitudes
Making and marring this Hades
And yearn for my blood and gorge on my death.
We look for each other. Would that this
the last hopeful day were.