Go down<\/p>\n
(Forsaking the lagoons of bridged Atlantis)<\/span> –Allen Grossman<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Go down (Forsaking the lagoons of bridged Atlantis)To the mid-Atlantic ridgewhere are the crazedMagnetic fields and roped sheets, and stains(The disordered fabric of the volcanicBed chamber) and the gigantic vermicularTestimoniesand stare upon the greatPrinciple of the solid world\u2014the originalTorment trace.Go down, for down is the way,And grapple one stone syllableOf all that frozen love\u2019s discourseOnto … <\/p>\n
To the mid-Atlantic ridge<\/span>
where are the crazed<\/span>
Magnetic fields and roped sheets, and stains<\/span>
(The disordered fabric of the volcanic<\/span>
Bed chamber) and the gigantic vermicular<\/span>
Testimonies<\/span>
and stare upon the great<\/span>
Principle of the solid world\u2014the original<\/span>
Torment trace.<\/span>
Go down, for down is the way,<\/span>
And grapple one stone syllable<\/span>
Of all that frozen love\u2019s discourse<\/span>
Onto an iron dredge<\/span>
and on it rise<\/span>
(Borne on the enormous weight of its desire<\/span>
For light and the air)<\/span>
until it explodes<\/span>
Upon the deck amid the astonished crew.<\/span>
Then empty out the nets disposed about<\/span>
Your person, and fill them with the pieces<\/span>
Of that one vast syllable<\/span>
and carry them<\/span>
To Cahokia in East Saint Louis, where<\/span>
My father was born who is dying now<\/span>
(He was an honest man\u2014mute as stone)<\/span>
Place them on the top of Monk\u2019s Mound<\/span>
(Go you. I am his son. I have no words.)<\/span>
and let<\/span>
Them off like a siren.<\/span><\/p>\n