The Endless

I saw a yellow butterfly flying in my opinion the wrong way, flying across the sound to Connecticut I saw a cormorant oily-looking flying close to the sea’s surface precisely as I floated on it on my back in the attitude of the crucifixion minerals in my body in conversation with the minerals of the sea about the sun how can I possibly add to what’s already been said so well by the ancients and said with an austerity I’ll never know it is an honor to take a backseat to the ancients who knew how I was a fat white fish dissolving under the sold-out stadium sun like a god but like a god I could live through anything. I refuse to do annotations on this poem. It's too soon. Let me procrastinate till the due date for the Mentor Poet Project. In any case, here's a picture of Timothy Donnelly: This man and his beard exude so much swag; I'm truly jealous. While this reasoning may seem a bit superficial, albeit it is, the reason that I picked him was just because he caught my attent...