Dedication to origins

Dedication to origins   

I come from the loins of teenage 

passion - think  Here From Eternity 

at a lake in the. Catskills - I come from 

the watchful whirling spectator of two

youngsters in love - singing from song 

sheets - playing handball on bare apartment 

walls - rocking their mattress in what I thought 

was their private wrestling game that they so 

enjoyed - I come from a movie idol dad lighting 

two cigarettes and giving one to my mom with 

the perfect tawny skin and tangerine lips - 

and from beyond this literal love - beneath - to 

the seductive scent of turpentine, the story beneath 

music-trembling-walls,  sinking into my soul as my 

tiny chest trembled - I come from the coalescence of 

survival in the face of oppression of having my small 

face turned to ingest the taste of ash - to feel the closing 

chambers - feel the forest and swamps beneath the ripped

feet of the fortunate -to fall into a hand hewn grave and to

burn bright in the crematorium of forever - I come from endless 

wondering at the ponderous spectrum between the poles of 

love and hate and a continuing incomprehension of indifference. 

I come from the far beyond then, the life bound then, the evolving 

this, and the thrusting forward into the then as yet unwrit ...

In dedication to these flickered images of origin and the 

layered miasmic, the mummurated mass of all omitted ...

each moment touched and razor scored another layer on my soul ...

earthbound still and yet dedicated to the sensed oneness that 

connects this filamented me to it

all.