How the universe became transparent
Lurking in the noise behind the apparent
Wiggy implications of Miss Candidate Galaxy
Some different kind of hormone producing this
Psychometric sex slave of the cosmic suburbs
A phantasm of the living glory of the Goddess
Being whatever it is she is
Trembling so close to me
Flash of tighted thigh
Folds of view
A manifest recognition of the edge
In the dark boathouse
You’re just sitting there
Only the sunlight refraction
Playing over our
Close encounter and contact
High strangeness
And magnetic pulse
The periodic vortex
Of the 4th state of desire
Between light and matter
lluminating the dimensions
Of this relationship
Right angle to right angle
I can’t turn fast enough
To see you
Locked into the dark fabric
As I move you move with me
The force that vibrates the
String rarefied
Splitting and joining
The place where all points merge
Shifting in frequency
Imaging this true anomaly
The Bloom
The reason
For this infiltration
The sight of headband
Penny loafers
Preppie sweater
You really
Can’t control what
Turns you on or
Where you go
From there
And the bloom
Of desire can’t
Be harvested too far
From its immutable root
Which is why I’m here
My dear precisely
Where I shouldn’t be
ARTIST: Albrecht Dürer
CULTURE: German
OBJECT: intaglio print
MEDIUM: engraving on paper
DATE: after 1496
Portland Art Museum
