Let's figure out if Steve Gehrke is brilliant

I'd never heard of this poet before, Steve Gehrke, but he has two things in the July/August issue of Poetry, and one of them, "The New Self", is kind of crazy. This piece has something to it that I'm not sure I've seen before -- this weird energy or movement or musicality, and a slippery darkness that's hard to explain but really vivid/visceral. You all should read it and tell me what you think. Serena, I especially want know what you think about the "this language is the jeweler's bluff" bit. And if anyone picks up any Prufrock/Eliot references besides in the sixth stanza, please let me know.