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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