1868 c/o Anna Cathenka
sunk in mud
in deep-sea lethargy
from constantly
coming into being
my dearest existence
is my bĂȘte noire
i mistook
primordial anxiety
ever your affect.
my dearest mycellium
my protozoan cells
it’s ur-slime
we descend from
badly used proof
Challenger challenge
her crippling mood
descendant suffering
debillitating life
forms as near
mud as any
sane man can be
family’s
logical consequences
are the scarecrow
of this fool dearest
this mud
is your mud too
because
1868
,
Anna Cathenka
,
Thomas Henry Huxley