Spring 1983 • Vol. V No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1983 |

Mythic Autobiography

They came at me with crooked teeth; I had over my eyes, it seemed, the film of the newborn who sees objects as emblems of light moving upon the film's surface. My senses pleased by light and such symbols that announced it, I followed it devotedly, sensing the form that sought my attention persistently above all others, in hovering over me, in offering me objects from its hand: gifts, some filling my mouth with sweetness, others eliciting a joy for their guessed at usefulness to me. In the form swelling to meet me, in the eyes that were soft to rest my gaze upon, I sensed a portent of pleasure greater than any I had yet attained. It was disturbing for what I sensed of the pleasure such softness emphasized. I was not loath to accept, my eyes still filmed. There was light and light glowed and with but light to go by I too shone. I first felt their teeth when they came at me quite close, breathing upon my cheek. I had no fear of that. I preferred it, and then their teeth as they pre

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