Maxwell: Modern Poet

“These works positively force themselves upon the author; his hand is seized, his pen writes things that his mind contemplates with amazement.”
—Carl Jung, ‘On the Relation of Analytical Psychology to Poetry’

What is this
And this? Does anyone know why it is
Necessary—does anyone know why it’s here?
And this line should be speech. A quote. I wrote,
I think? And then everyone suddenly felt light. Soft.
I am quite new to the party—yes. Were there any
Emotions before? Am I “fixed” for authenticity? Well…
This is now a piece of food, which is probably
Fruit, the biting of which? Sex! The having of which
I am having, and have been having—and
The light came through the curtain on us—
I wrote this line after we did it, before counting
The lines, making sure this is… right about now
The last—the rounding—the big big weight of something
Failing: O my heart.