Roots of civilization founded on incestuous rites Two gods, phallicized monstrocity, maternal archetypes, The friction of the split between them, primal confusion, Intrusion masquerades as a mutual, oracular meeting Intrusion of the object into the child, birth, fascist collusion Of psyche-somas in the season of eternal weaning
Seasons in the claustrum barrel through me
And they cull split and defile all self-certainty
Primal tongues twisting in to futurity
Incestuous split foundations of all humanity
The welcoming flesh, welcome sanctification of the self Blind intrusion of the object, split animal cells I am your father -- you are mine, we are both deified We are split, with you intruding, intrapsychic infanticide
Intrusion masquerades as a mutual, oracular meeting Intrusive fathers, self-sodomized, feigning deific feeling
Father where have you been? All that's left is your sin Am I your child, you are my God? From incestuous union we are plunged into longing...
I have introjected you, my aggressor And now, I am introjecting you, as my confessor I was molested by your guilt Penetrated by your omnipotent will
You have trained me to introject Trained me to reproach, deny, neglect We are forever mired in sin Together in immanent longing...
Our depths of joy in this saturation In our polymorphously perverse constitution the dissolution of our grief comes in libidinal death and the grace of mourning...
In the solitude of the child the father is immobile, and the child, inspired to dream, to live in reverie of life giving forms, an ahistorical spring...