Psycho-sexual memories coalesce into a complex fear—
I want, I am opposed to—every contrary desire becoming
equally evident.
Transference might be a masochistic shame-kiss signifier,
or some sort of extreme narcissistic need.
A normal form of defense could lead to a state of rage.
Affective states could be performed on stage.
Chaos could be suggested by something as humble, and
as theatrical, as breaking glass.
A human—face painted, dressed as a clock—could race
time back to a start line
and then be made to stand, face against the wall, and
think and think and think: I am, I never will not be.