Out of the
glandular darkness,
and into the
mandibles of the rectangular night,
the two of
you constitute quite the delight to our sight.
Like animate
trophies some god has bestowed on us,
lauding us as
if we’d won the inordinate fight
of finagling
through the indicting
incitements
of wriggling on
in the hope
there was hope,
you help us
to cope. You distract us.
You exact our
obeisance: oh how we want to foresee
what will be!
– assume a belief in a future. And here
you are, suturing
us to your warm ineluctable forms
through our
eyes. We get to reprise all our silliest lies
and our
torpid pronouncements: ridiculous rhymes
full of
unconscious content.
Oh, do not
relent! Stay till we’ve spent the whole
business of
you and the view that you give us
of us. Make every last other thing covet us..
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