Personal Climate Change

Philip Metres

Then flesh is a kind of earth,
and falling a failed flying.
If we ourselves are a climate
and the mind a watery organon

what be the body’s firmament
upon which we gaze and long
from below? So flurry,
so hail. So sky spending

itself in spitting until it has
nothing left to give and gives up
its blockade against the sun.
Bare ruined choirs, etc.

If flying is a failure to fall.
If earth is a kind of flesh,
climate is what we say
in words no mouth can make.

Can we rest in clouds like
couches? Don’t mistake lines
for what they are trying to say
is not what they are. They are

what’s after you believe
you no longer believe
in what you thought was
sturdier than firmament.

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