Evolution

In the middle
Of night 
I awake 
My fractured
Psychology stirs,
In the wrong direction,
Like Hecate's cauldron
--eye of newt
And sprig of hair.
I feel the tempest
Surge,
And I rise
And fall
On suicidal waves;
Built up
And then dashed
Against basalt spires.
Atomized,
I return to the sea
And begin again
One of Darwin's creatures
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