The Endless Sun

The endless sun
covers all in a blaze
of probing light,
forces shadows
of thoughtless clarity.

It hones me,
it owns me,
to disown me
It forgives nothing
But gratefully forgets.

It is impossible to think, 
It is impossible to read,
In its blazing light.
For what is thought
But a transient fantasy?

 
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Walt Whitman and the Phrenology of Murder

Set against the backdrop of antebellum Manhattan and Brooklyn, this historical mystery mixes sexual mores, politics, music, poetry, and the science of Phrenology in a compelling portrait of a transitional time.