he wrote it when Pain was his companion 

“All new learning looks at first like chaos.” Adrienne Rich

the bevy the Brethren

of bubbles assaulted him 

sighed their designs

in his ears 

tremulous voices 

acoustic strings 

mystic horns 

surreptitiously 

Their gargle was from street gutters 

belched among thin 

green reeds at a marshs edge 

a blue egrets elegant whisper 

above a hissing swamp

a seasurfs susurrus 

They intoned Visions and 

Thoughts unthought 

he was Seduced 

Inspired

Induced

he did not try to resist

when he did he was wrong

and stupid 

out of hand he denied them 

dismissed their pregnant opportunities 

that would not be his

he dislocated their thriving offspring 

that also could not be his 

determined Pride demanded he father 

whatever issue seemingly came from him 

the opaque bubbles ceased

their spastic Swollen breathing  glass 

from under the bathtub spigot 

ignorant 

they did not offer him reprieve  accepted no responsibility 

were warm senseless 

shameless Oblivion 

he had to beg

                he begged 

the bubbles crowding around 

his shoulders and head conversed 

he begged communion 

the Whispers giggled 

they giggled 

at the profane the 

profound the 

inane and impossible the 

impossible-rendered-probable the 

Ideal-wrought-realism 

they owned nothing 

owed nothing 

they talked 

posed possibilities 

Thoughts unthought

stealthy 

syruptitious 

grateful 

gracious 

And for the End 

he had to deny 

his part  

he was a medium 

another current or circuit 

or circus 

   nothing more 

1417,  2sday,  12  2. 13