The 2nd Spot, Because The Other Spot Ran Out Of Space...
I haven't been so fortunate to receive much poetry and art and media from people I know, and I want to continue expanding.
Here's something by Ezra Pound (1885-1972) called "Before Sleep"
The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.
She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annibus
These are they of my company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me,
Undulant,
Their realm is the lateral courses.
Light!
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
Up and out of their caresses.
You were gone up as a rocket,
Bending your passages from right to left and left to right
In the flat projection of a spiral.
The gods of drugged sleep attend me,
Wishing me well;
I am up to follow thee, Pallas