I am repelled from you! I am a tear in your clinging weave!
A repulsive force, one with all the negatives that keep the universe
from clotting. A wild and reclusive force that smashes solid mass
into mystery, that smashes predictability out of syntax!
I roar a millenial dust of particles too maverick for a spectrum.
I am a field of anionic feeling! My wild eyes turn from dallying
with you, from dallying where wild life has deserted the unipolar glare,
and slipped from shadows bleached of apocrypha.
Gone is the wild! is your slogan. Dead and gone!
But do you know? Can it be tagged and counted?
Can you detect where it slips between even the lattices of light?
Can your words still hold wild?
Not for you! Not for you the edgeless contours that dandle
bodies, not for you cognition without categories, not for you
the latticework of shadows!
Your span does not have the reach to hold body and mind
as they need to be held, like a baby in a man's hands,
like a mountain by clouds, like the earth is held in space!