I collect eternity’s receipts;
they are spiked on an infinite obelisk.
I enforce the regulation of tides and stars.
I frustrate the vanity of mountains.
The brisk whirr of impossible machines
spurs me to new ruthlessnesses.
I am wild.
I am a hairy man.
My brother is a smooth man,
but he shall be made hairy.
I am a hairy man,
I am hairy.