Let darkness be
but gentle
the soul of my girl in the world
my soul made in the mold of
a woman.
Let darkness speak
in nonchalance with light
I sit there,
watching and also feeling
the sunset on my skin.
These good equilibriums,
well then let them
crown, but crown no one,
let me be one queen of humanity
amongst a billion.
Let those algorithms alone
and let them write the treatise
of this poem
until the Thracian plebeian ladies
live free
with their parmesan flakes
outside
by the farmhouse.
Month: September 2021
Can we born and birth ourselves?
Something in our body did.
Something deep within us.
In our core.
Our origin. Our beginning.
The hours here after our before.
One end of the universe
to the other end.
Right there in our forehead
and our skin
walking within panties or boxers,
walking with the beasts in the fields,
people in the cities,
trees in forests.
Walking by those elder elms
a whisper known to life
the turn of death, the turn of birth
known to self,
a self that does not begin nor end.
The moss on stone.
The mushroom of the kingdom dead.
Estuaries of darkness,
tributaries of light
in every genome and atomic particle,
programmed and programming
space and non-space alike.
Why do the flugelhorn stars
touch so many of us?
Just a bit closer to the mountains
born across thousands of planets.
Mountains all across many homes
we look at
in the midsummer sky
remembering something
we carry in our blood.
Our eyes call out.
Joyous.
Celebratory.
Lonely.
These are gold, far off
flugelhorn stars
that
our theories of physics confirm
these
theories that made and make us.
It is through buoyant sexual azure
that I’ve changed the world,
known it, navigated it,
been changed by it.
Vibrant berry azure
on the edge of my dark brown eyes,
lustful in all those moments
when someone speaks to me,
them to me,
me to them,
feeling and knowing
this ripe berry energy.
Azure Dionysian,
as your days turn into
something closer to heaven,
lead all those to their sexuality of spirit,
their freedom.
When a social drug happenz
The people of the world unite
They gather unlike before
looking for their brother
looking for the sister inside their self
Then they put down their technology
They walk down the street
Look for people
Find a person
Then they ask for a hug
they ask for love
He’s not even my son.
He’s not my flesh and blood.
Not my species or countryman.
He can’t utter a word of human language.
And yet I love him with all my heart and soul,
every ounce of my being.
My strange genetics to his ancient, long genetics,
laid there right across the universe,
side by side in this unfathomable miracle of
the same moment in time.
I say it with courage,
I say it ready to crumble in endless
sentient, fecund melancholy…
I love you Bleuets.
Serve the house of the masters
to destroy the masters,
undo their myths.
The little, mighty cat.
At night we lay with each other
a human
and a feline
across a place of star fields
we dream
Penthius
Prosthylkass
Zyvar
Places of the endlessly living
Bent fist and paw
we claw
back to mortalhood
With the sun bleaching out
what was known of spirits
we wake to live with
and love each other
not knowing why we love
what has been made amongst
the particles
pronounced in arrangement
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