Tending to tension by conscious intent,


declining declension, disdaining dissent; 


into the dementia dimension we're sent: 


we are our content, and we are content. 







Incandescent invention and blessed event, 


tumescent distention, tumultuous descent: 


our bone of convention again being spent, 


I am your contents, and I am content







to be living...to be trying...to be crying...to be dying...I want 


to be giving...to be making...to be breaking...to be taking 


all you have...







Assuming Ascension, Assumption, assent, 


all of our nonsense is finally non-sent--


with honorable mention for whatever we meant...


You are my content, and I am content.   €






	--New Bedford, Massachusetts


	    25 July 1989