Are the same shade as this standing water,
A festering grey still as dust on a no-pest strip.
You'd never know it, but the alcazar is sinking
And the alligator integrates
All that is disintegrating
As it disintegrates.
It only disintegrates in fact
As quickly as he integrates.
He must gaze keenly
And sniff discerningly
To even detect it —
What feels a collapse
As if it was an illusion that there were
Slats and girders and boards,
But it's more a thing that goes in and out
Like an oscilloscope's throbbing wave
— It's only when it is no longer realThe alligator can move.
Only a warrior is strong enough
To let everything destroy itself
In order to swim freely.
It holds its prey below sight
So you can think that it exists.
