incestuousness

The slackened mind,

vulnerable in its onenesses,

the legitimated numbheaded child

of each day's incestuousness,

of each gestating day's

spermatose thoughts

forever swimming their own waters,

their own cell-sac walls,

fertilising themselves

not swarming out

into the world

to throng

and teem

and mingle,

to spread

and bring back

the pollen

of word and idea