(after William Butler Yeats and James Harbeck)

First Gyre

The falcon circled, then flew off; the falconer was pissed.
Well, what did he expect she’d do, with everything so dis
-combobulated?

Second Gyre

There’s a book I read, predicted this: come
the millenium, and things would fall apart, get discom
-bobulated.

Third Gyre

As you see: just look at this rum job:
A riddling monster, shambling through the sand, has discombob
-ulated the indignant birds.

Fourth Gyre

Brother, it’s a bad job—who
can stand to swim? The bloody tide’s so loose and discombobu
-lated.

Fifth Gyre

While the best lack all conviction, haters hate;
No wonder everything’s so fucking discombobulat
-ed.

Sixth Gyre

It’s been more than twenty centuries our end’s been fated:
And now it seems the whole damned world is discombobulated.

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