No
could not grow young again
out of a star to wear its
exultant firmament
as if the whole universe
were its only shoddy suit
or fishing for the blind
transparent manta
of its monocle, a blind
transparent mantis
its every action like
a prayer in collapsing
self-complicating folds
Lamartine's dream
of Jonah, oh springtime
bird in passage.
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