Wednesday, August 30, 2017

In One Psychotic Episode



Rock and vapor, stone and air,
Immobility and absence –
Form and dreams,
what’s real, what seems –
the anchor in the sea –

incontrovertible dichotomy
that’s licked at by an ambiguity
like a dispassionately nosy cat.
What to make of that.
What he made of that was everything.

In one psychotic episode he had supposed
that severing his finger to obtain the ring
was patently the only thing
to do. Anyone who’d really thought about it
had to take that point of view.

Imagining that every solitary thing
was a priori inaccessible
to every other.
Never knowing that they were
each other’s mother.


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