"It's been 12 white-hot reminders that forever means nevermore."

Yeah, that's mine. It's floating in my brain like it was when I first wrote it. Probably got something to do with my mood, which is wallowing in some sort of sheltered cove on the other side of stressed. That was the second line I thought of from that poem, the first being "posthumously stalking Trotsky". (The whole poem is rather mediocre and a part of exx, and you can find it here if you really care.)

"I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable"

That's Uncle Walt. Also part of exx. Also a permanent resident in my skull.

I'm feeling weird. I'm feeling lost. I'm being tossed by the tide and I'm sea-sick, but too tired to throw up.

I want out. I'm serious.

"I stop somewhere waiting for you."