A Frayed Knott (For Bill)

Who knows what time has done to the poet?

how long can a life form sparkle awash in a sea

of coelacanths?

Time isn't telling anymore…

because time is out to lunch.

Gotta love him….in fact,

I think that would be the best now of all…

'cause, let's face it kids, Clarabelle has spoken,

and the Kachinas have removed their masks .
As Bly said, it's the
"Teeth Mother, Naked At Last".