Epilogue IX have I fallen edwin began although fallen may be inaccurate if it conjures in the mind’s eye a halcyon sky-blue feather floating against bleached & bloated clouds reminiscent of brow furrowed he paused to flip through a handy book then added constable’s study of clouds oil & canvas 1822 with no intimation to its elusive source that proverbial bird of song & story a symbol of happiness having just flitted by warbling subtly camouflaged into your disfavor would it be more precise to ask edwin uncertain he’d made his point clear posited have I plummeted or perhaps plunged both indicating a rapid steep often violent descent as if I were sporting concrete sneakers among the silt bog moss duckweed assorted plastic handguns paper ballots tolkien rings carp a whirlpool washer-dryer combo rusted hulls & s...