I can't stop thinking about this. What makes it striking is the way its emotional content changes over the course of the poem. The pessimism we arrive at, even though it is unambiguously expressed, feels bittersweet, mitigated, because we end up there after a journey through fluid, occasionally bright landscapes. Homophobic discourse, from the pillar of salt to Freudism, is everywhere in the poem, and "liberation" is pictured as horrifying, but its pictured of gay domesticity is a positive one.