1868 c/o Anna Cathenka

sunk in mud
in deep-sea lethargy
from constantly

coming into being
my dearest existence
is my bête noire

i mistook
primordial anxiety
ever your affect.

my dearest mycellium
my protozoan cells
it’s ur-slime

we descend from
badly used proof
Challenger challenge

her crippling mood
descendant suffering
debillitating life

forms as near
mud as any
sane man can be

logical consequences
are the scarecrow

of this fool dearest
this mud
is your mud too