Of all evil I deem you capable: therefore I want the good from you. Verily, I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.
–Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra
She reads to me
histories of the night sky:
vast and full of the awe-inspiring
but suffocating and empty
large gaps unknown.
I don’t pretend to comprehend
her brand of clinical philosophy
(that’s kid stuff)
but when she speaks
and pray for the day
I won’t be afraid
to let her dismantle my brain
and evolve me…
Come to the light
split against the shadow
expose what infections plague you
dig fingers into the hard
watch detached as your nerves ignite.
Take the prodding, champion,
take the incessant probing
the bodies are here
stark-white like immaculate partition
perfect for all your projecting.
Feel it rise
from the crown of your thighs
electric spine convulsion
spread your chest
tongue out your mouth
savage hands outstretched to receive you
dirty, then, those pharisaic paws
the disciples denied their reclamation.
Honoring befalls conquering –
we prefer it over meek capitulation;
or hypocrisy (choose!);
“Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.”Carl Jung