theodicy


Seething each ravenous. Shadow unyielding
that as if. Now only. Abyssal that eye
like obsidian only

that eye in which lightning breaks
open. Now only will

open your infinite
question your sighless
horizon of

why without why.

*

Priordawn as if. Each shadow unyieldingly
therein flows into

that therein that there is

still willowing. Watergreen as each word
weeping by which your eyes. Even
your unlike eyes
unlike eyes might now be
made now. To bleed
and bleed

therein. That therein there is.

Andrew Maxwell is from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. His poems have previously appeared in ImageColorado ReviewLana Turner, and elsewhere.