…as terrified bug-bees, or treacherous
honey-seeds, spent for balanced wheeling into psychoses: this lemon-pie, our
sanctities, this plaid checkerboard: if but with deaths, as accustomed to
clarities, to love while vacant our academies: this scientific, this social
psych, our wails for bladders screaming insouciance: that calm poetess, those
flagrant thighs, that yoga built derriere: but more to exospheres, or daughters
winning prizes, or mothers coming into maturity: this field bleeding, our
cotton moaning, those thorns to spines where grandma yells. I remember passion, speeding through
crows—that wire those eyes this insanity: as kleptic ghosts, or kleptic psychs,
as grandmother soothes this violence: our caldrons trembling, our fires by
missions, this soul too haunted for closure: that miracle goddess, those
miracle eyes, that miracle womb: to cut his bones, loving for sentenced, at
tears this minor prophet. I felt
silence, to emerge as radical, where humans are spent searching for idols: this
small man, as acclaimed for features, our grandiosities by dungeons: this
thought to brains, as needing this image, while serious sanity provokes
realities…at wars to love, at souls for
cadence, at thoughts by sheer bashfulness: that beige island, that segue
albatross, those ships to pagans as more we sought!
We drift, Love—amused with feelings,
aching our wrenches: this mystic wand, those mystic flames, our wilderness
mystics: if but to live, our orange eyes, this fabulous attraction: that inner
carnival, those smiling clowns, our hectic passages: this sail to Mars, our
Neptune rites, this mental Pluto at arms our crosses: to come to justice, this
chance to exist, while furious flaring our banners. {I remove self: I claim forgiveness: I
need souls our visions; that fern cistern, those desert-daisies, our inverted
graves: to cuss with silence, angered for nonsense, at measures to confess, We care: those Cajun sapphires, those
forests’ twigs, this season to howling through summer snows: that deep
religion, those terrible realities, this fantastic mystery}.
