AFTERGLOW

by Spider Robinson


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


Poem copyright ©1996 by Spider Robinson

(With unwitting assistance from Ted Chiang, former Clarion student and Nebula winner.)



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