Helen Vendler writes:
Suppose, having been betrayed – ‘hooked/then thrown back’ – you decide to let your instant reflex, a desire for revenge, cool off overnight; then suppose you wake up the next morning and your anger takes on a no less pervasive, if different, configuration. Is this how you might be feeling?
even after dawn
has tightened still further the angle between\ reflex and use, a sort of sunken\ tide pushes open my ducts, washes through\ or else over uncertain\ crumbling defences, dissolves into itself whatever
floats, like quicklime, filters the air through fluids thicker,\ heavier\ than water.