Yeesh! One more Exegesis, and I’m done.
Long years, freakin’ out atop Asklepieion
which taught me what? Oh, I don’t know. Enough.
Since after all, have I not dreamed in Greek
repeatedly? Kandinskies, all that stuff,
flew flashing past my eyes. ‘Cause when the sun
caught on a golden fish, I came undone
with what I learned: enough, but not enough.
For after all, do I not dream in Greek?
Come haunt me in a language I can speak!
Hey Time, what’s on the vast magnetic tape
unwinding here? I see a feeble creek
that meets a basin where parched rivers leak
and pool: but in what… in what latent shape?