Monday, January 28, 2013

Dressed for Circuses and Stripped for Wrestling

In the inky black
of the Unconscious
they reside: a larger side –
and smaller side astride it:
dressed for circuses
and stripped for wrestling;

waiting to emerge
to train the brain to entertain
more untoward moments,
they contain those bits
of anarchy without
which you would

stand no chance
of gaining mastery
of the ineffable. They aren’t
terrible at effable, in fact:
you might decide
to call them back for that.


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