I Cannot Give You Reasons

I cannot give the reasons,

I only sing the tunes:

the sadness of the seasons

the madness of the moons.

SYSTEMI cannot be didactic

or lucid, but I can

be quite obscure and practic-

ally marzipan

In gorgery and gushness

and all that's squishified.

My voice has all the lushness

of what I can't abide

And yet it has a beauty

most proud and terrible

denied to those whose duty

is to be cerebral.

Among the antlered mountains

I make my viscous way

and watch the sepia mountains

throw up their lime-green spray.