Seasons In The Claustrum (The Libidinal Spring)

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