Foucault Addresses Barraqué After his Death
Invisible inside sapphiric blue,
Pale beauty was the hidden man. Your need
To hide–conceal yourself, seek to subdue
All revelation of your soul, impede
Not only others but your mouth and hand
From searching out your heart–was set against
The drive to write your music. This demand
Was dictatorial. This lust unfenced
Your inner spaces. Composition must,
Despite attempts you might have made to hide
The truth, expose the secret parts you trussed
Up in dark veils, betrayed your bleak inside.
.. Subconscious visions, nightmares, love, desire
…. Will not be hushed. They are a shouting choir.