a candle for the spelunker

so the dust is lost tonight
patience is worn like a poorly fitting coat
chambers have collapsed in the caverns
of the dreamer, voices are the music
their vibrations aching in the sediment
its thin joinings this place was created
the natural way, the electronic river
fired neurons carving data into this form
the kayak of desire surfs to the brief
parole of sleep or sexual fantasy
but now it surely starts to lose
the frisson of separation the holes now rooms
each won by these obsessions
seguing into each another re-inventing
the fear that fear that act of conscience
seeks to overcome the respect of the self's truth
the suspicion it has carefully covered these tracks
these thoughts come like rapids
closer to the dissolution carrying
the idea there might be actually be a self beyond
the sudden delta at the ocean's entrance

asking asking friends where have I been
this last time on the wheel where are
the flowers the sirens the reward for having
stuck to this truth without regard to ego?

the silence is a bleak sound track
to the slightly german feel of this movie
of internal dissent: fassbinder? or
lina wertmuller, exploring sex with a cruel enemy

and when at long last
swept out of the cavern
I am at bay here
in the darkening field
hounds gathered
for an end
hear their song
here the yuyuling chorus
outside the final fire
the frontier is shadow
my prison finally
tim in situ