An Ode to Profundity

 (A Keatsian Formatic) 1 What subtle leaf plays havoc on my cheek? Wild westward wind blew thee into my hand. Proponderance ​—*my mind sets forth to seek; Violent beauty laid waste across the land. “Fall Sentients, tribute Profundity!” Gods flow forth beneath its omniscient stance; With bowed heads, thin grasps take up marbl’d capes; Fair beings, […]