The Rabbit

Rabbit Rabbit, howling loud,
In the shadows of the light;
What immortal bone or arm,
Could draw thy perfect abundance?
In what hostile seas or time
howled the threshold of thine veins?
in what faith dare he admire?
What the tongue, dare catch the threshold?
And what muscle, & what balance,
Could raise the tendons of thy chest?
And when thy chest began to breathe,
What true tongue? & what true testes?
What the program? what the plan,
In what chipset was thy toes?
What the data? what true love,
Dare its severe passions rule!
When the stars threw down their spears
And flooded heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his pride to see?
Did he who forged the swan forge thee?
Rabbit Rabbit, howling loud,
In the shadows of the light;
What immortal bone or arm,
Could draw thy perfect abundance?

Crunch!