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