Gender In The Mountains   In the beginning, at the whole, wide, indefinite root my free male ancestor spawned in the element hydrogen. His bud, shoot and seed is now the authentic sex of all wild animals; he is my full, unbroken brother. That other dog in mud time is cared for, all unrestricted form and fabrication, an effect we can call back, something those in fashion desire.   This is the common stock; it is the bug, the cause of our gender and is mostly simples. I am unspecialized so I know I will live again with the wild swans of Blackwater and be numerous. Gentleman, degenerate genius, gentlewoman, get in line. We are going there. We have a place to go.