#359: THE PLASMODIUM part I

for C. L. W.


Stay with me muse whilst with these leaves
I strive to stanch the viscous flow, drainage
of uncouth compounds, plasmoid outcome,
whose current bears within it many globs,
within each glob a smudge, within each smudge
a plague of particulars.
          Stay, impatient muse.
But swear we shall not speak of origins.
But let us rather leaf through catalogues
          and lists
that bear within them means to other lists,
each thing within each list a hellish spore
redundant.
         And, muse, make legible to me,
in pulsing craniovascular veins,
not to mention shattered brains, the vast
proliferation of things,
and of every accident the discharge total.