In the sessions something hidden was made manifest.
& in their Minutes something manifest
Apocryphal: hidden away.
And so as dreams will work
their manic substitutions,
recondite, I keep
alchemical, the purged stone.
mud & excrement off the fractured crystal)
Already memory sheds & sheds its scurf.
In the apocryphal
Gospel of this February,
some gravitational force can only be traced
through what's left warped
by having been so pulled:
ellipsis straining outward toward the strange
unseeable attractor . . .
& some fluent aphasia
maintains its syntax, stutters
through its substituted words:read obfuscate for clarify,
abominate for enshrine.
For I dread to see you going read
soothed I keep feeling now you're gone . . .