Friday, November 4, 2016


Traversing the endless night

Happening upon an orchid bathed in silver light

what beings I have stumbled upon

in this and other realities

delve my electric soul

awaken the fires of the forest

as we are the ballet of contorting forms

illuminated in darkness

like drums erupting from the supercell

within the manifold of theaters

my sovereignty echoes

into the dimensions of these beings

where I am classic and carnal

rife in privileged savagery

economized like stone

submerged in rushing crystal-clear, liquid

the future comes to me

in the taste of the green

rivers of black smoke breaking the sky

in coiled electric dimensions

in the thunder of being

I feel it like an ache

Our world growing weak

In the sickness of our obsessions

In a manic rebirth

These blossoms of perspective

Awakening madness

Proliferating tension

I feel it in the water and the wake

A convergence of the time

That has refracted our beings

Humilifying with psychosis

I am to be made compleat

In the textures of implication

In the fervency of desire

desperate and mired in hegemony

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