i meant to say something about light i raze light not your light and not artificial light what of the artificial then? an ungainly freudian monolith gargantuan simple fleshy constructed of shit found in the tv street about light input output welding welded expository writing damaged categoricals empathy but there's always a corollary-but with men who lick their long waisted fingers clean of light let's not talk of chivalry or boyhood manhood let's don't mention one's compensation for time lost while mistakenly incarcerated me daffodil lazy under laundered blanket you baseless and imaginary i meant to say something to you about lightness in chaos clutter razes light not your lightness aloof a poof proof of what makes one the fleet-footed slave of truth i meant to say something outloud but i sank into the ocean to you with the rowers and singing maidens and maidenchasers and the mist which unnoticed by anyone not me unmoored flares eternal guides the way home
Source: Berrigan, Ted. “Words for Love.” An Anthology of New York Poets, edited by Ron Padgett and David Shapiro. Random House, New York, 1970, p. 61.