When the eye
      
      When the edgeless screen receiving
      light from the edgeless universe
      
      When the eye first
      
      When the edgeless screen facing
      outward as if hypnotized by the edgeless universe
      
      When the eye first saw that it
      
      Hungry for more light
      resistlessly began to fold back upon itself          TWIST
      
      As if a dog sniffing
      
      Ignorant of origins
      familiar with hunger
      
      As if a dog sniffing a dead dog
      
      Before nervous like itself but now
      weird inert cold nerveless
      
      Twisting in panic had abruptly sniffed itself
      
      When the eye
      first saw that it must die         When the eye      first
      
      Brooding on our origins you
      ask When and I say
      
      Then
      

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wound-dresser                  let us call the creature

driven again and again to dress with fresh
bandages and a pail of disinfectant
suppurations that cannot
heal for the wound that confers existence is mortal

wound-dresser

what wound is dressed the wound of being


                                       •

   
Understand that it can drink till it is
sick, but cannot drink till it is satisfied.

It alone knows you. It does not wish you well.

Understand that when your mother, in her only
pregnancy, gave birth to twins

painfully stitched into the flesh, the bone of one child

was the impossible-to-remove cloak that confers
invisibility. The cloak that maimed it gave it power.

Painfully stitched into the flesh, the bone of the other child

was the impossible-to-remove cloak that confers
visibility. The cloak that maimed it gave it power.

Envying the other, of course each twin

tried to punish and become the other.
Understand that when the beast within you

succeeds again in paralyzing into unending

incompletion whatever you again had the temerity to
try to make

its triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of its

rectitude. It knows that it alone
knows you. It alone remembers your mother's

mother's grasping immigrant bewildered

stroke-filled slide-to-the-grave
you wiped from your adolescent American feet.

Your hick purer-than-thou overreaching veiling

mediocrity. Understand that you can delude others but
not what you more and more

now call the beast within you. Understand

the cloak that maimed each gave each power.
Understand that there is a beast within you

that can drink till it is

sick, but cannot drink till it is satisfied. Understand
that it will use the conventions of the visible world

to turn your tongue to stone. It alone

knows you. It does
not wish you well. These are instructions for the wrangler.