Revealing The Disappearing Image

It was too heavy, I could not lift it onto the page. The poem was bleeding from an ancient wound, I did what I could to mend and heal. Some visions are male, some female, some disclose themselves, to be utterly alien to any sexual persuasion. The poem was multi-dimensional, I had to peel realty away from it, as if it were swathed in Saran wrap. Gradually it became lighter, much lighter, until it was more diaphanous than a dragonfly's wing. I could pin it upon paper now, but many would still not see it, nor ever name it.