even if a tremble of portents are assuaged by the dark children of future decades even if we dodge probability with some nimble mathematics barely apprehended even if our final balance of dawdling fills no more than a thimble even if we are forgiven I say: if combatant claims divide our attempts to hold close the atomic pile of our genetics if our last days are made shorter by a hunger refined through a tense trigger finger if these thin words are our only ranked bulwarks against calamity if only poets write
This form is called a wryneck, and was created by poet R.A. Villanueva. I’m still not very good with it, probably mostly because I don’t like leaving things open ended. I was thinking about how writing can seem existentially futile, but also how writing (or any creative endeavor) is an act of defiance in the face of existential futility. Being stubborn is what keeps us extant.
The indenting separates sections of similar theme. Here, in particular, the indented sections are destructive and the regular sections are (arguably) creative in theme.