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Your Lovely Clearness
Draft 1—9/14/2003. ACID. Tweaked 4/29/2006, 3/8/2008, and 2/28/2010.
Draft 1.5—9/28/2012. ACID.
The poem dates back to the spring of 2001. There was a young woman in the building who would look at me like I was a lower life form, so in this poem I’m a sea slug and she’s a jellyfish.
This composition seems to have come together slowly, an accumulation of loops and the reading of the poem, sitting several months before completion.
You come to me the brightness
of dream, Lucifer’s radiant daughter,
shimmering and smooth,
as I step to you a bleak shadow
on the fringe of nightmare,
libidinous, amorphous freak,
son of no one, lingering,
What fine hypnagogic mutants
we’d conceive, our liquid off-spring;
dark dioramic children
lapping and receding, returning;
quirks of memory already forgotten,
always nagging, almost present;
murmuring insistent voices
calling past, calling future,
naming strange faces and time,
all time, with evasive nouns,
naming unknown textures
and currents under the surface,
naming moments mysterious
with words that dissolve
before we hear them.
Our children adrift between worlds,
will we love them so?
Like our fluid progeny,
the meaning of touch remains elusive.
Your lovely clearness barely disturbed,
a jellyfish serene, dispassionate,
the faint twitchings of loathing
confined to distant tentacles,
where I, vainly groping nematode,
hope to become entangled
then slowly drawn up to the lustrous
inflated center of your self
to be accepted for the final consummation.