Spiral Insemination

Mariah Mayo Lawson, 1980

This one was written in answer to a challenge from a friend
who claimed poems are always about people!




Cosmic Truths hang
          breastlike. Energy gathers.
       Merging, they droop,
          pregnant with power,
            begin slowly to circle
            counterclockwise,
            twisting, turning,
            revolving, reeling,
              casting spinoffs into the
brainstream.
In this tri-state of
mother, son and holy
go-between, charged with
electric lace                
enlightenment,
                the aware-plane
                gyrates,
                     wobbles.
                            Concept's
                            blur-
                                    blinding
                                 tip
vacuuming cranial cavities, sucks
up a musty broomstraw of
discarded thought, and impales it
on, into and through the steel alls of
consciousness, leaving an idea
lodged in the mind's eye.



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