Mystical poem written 8-2-24.
My fruiting body, Extended; sweet-smelling, Weeping the luminous, And pregnant with Holy Fire Showing you all, Yes, you! A way between, The temporary tensions A way to walk, The Nameless City, As a stranger, alien, Yet everywhere at home First star on the left, And straight on till morning, Lines stretched taut, Between possible words Alternating currents, Expressing alternate relations, A gnat straining at a camel, And finding itself with wings
Art: Henry Herbert La Thangue, “The Mushroom Gatherers”, (mid 1890s)