Wednesday, 22 September 2010


The slackened mind,

vulnerable in its onenesses,

the legitimated numbheaded child

of each day's incestuousness,

of each gestating day's

spermatose thoughts

forever swimming their own waters,

their own cell-sac walls,

fertilising themselves

not swarming out

into the world

to throng

and teem

and mingle,

to spread

and bring back

the pollen

of word and idea

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