I dream Hemaphrodite and I sit up all night
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
The bowl contains
A liquid's left putrescence
After being drained
What we feel we have to solve
Is why the dregs have not dissolved
When I wake I wonder what it means
Am I bad alchemy? It seems
I image Self unmixed, a risk
In a dish for drinking
Fluid with a strongly stinking sediment
Is that what it meant?
I dream Hemaphrodite and I sit up all night
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl
Am I Hemaphrodite?
Neither one nor quite the other?
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
The bowl contains
A liquid's left putrescence
After being drained
What we feel we have to solve
Is why the dregs have not dissolved
