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,
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