In Answer To His Question

“Voluminously uniformly multi-form

and patently ambivalent with its drear

unavailing valence of impaled received

opinion and the bloody knife-edge

of contrarian dominion in which all

was hampered, dampened and beset

by this regret: that nuance had to be

abandoned to mere chance – instead

(when possible, as possible it always was!)

of cosseted by the adroit sesquipedalian

romance of a syllabic dance to which

the flailing fleeing spirit of this arms-akimbo

alien was ill-equipped to counteract much

less address each freeing last effect of every

joint and limb of meaning finding finally

it was agreeing with the rest of what

the answer should have been and would

have been had we been able far less dully

to perceive that what is always just beneath

the sleeve of consciousness is a tattoo:

stigmata wooed into an imprimatur: sign

that there exists some power to relieve

the anguish and to realign it, and anoint it,

with the vibrant sight and flight of what might

be described as sacramental skiing,”

so the naked lady said in answer to his

question, “Hmm, and your point being?”

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