The roots run back to sinews of unspoken time
when darkness felt outside itself,
a self it could not stay because
it slips outside itself.
This gulf between a life and all the life before
as if all that existed on a distant shore,
in theory, possibly,
like a memory could just as easily been some scene.
Every color shivers like colors can’t,
a life so flush with lusts that bloom
and raise the mortal crust,
so dense with freedoms
crimes we most adore.
I was the egg.
Now,
a snake.
II
Cracks the onyx gelatine
the snake peers out,
his egg has slept for years
with hesitation gives the dawn a taste,
stars shake in the sky as he breaks the gate
swims into the garden of his appetites
into this rift
into this gift
life
III
Our lust is like our life
Our lust is like our life
spasmic topologies arise
fill the bubbling blooming skies
slurring in slow honey
galloping through tropic wilds
forgetting hell and money
syncopated hearts ride across the moons that cry and bleed light out
holes where liquors sap
what bodies are these?
backward
flying
slamming
slimy creatures breaking through their backs
slashed with carapacial greeds
our wounds effusing rivers
lost in slient trees
our knotted bodies mazing through enfleshed infinities
we are a species
evolving with such haunted speed
cthonic
diaphanous
intricate in seizures
scratching sketches of unlawful geometries
we are
amphibians evaporating in the breath of unknown Being
we have no memories of human
rise from our silhouettes again as every
breath booms
every now and then my
useless eyes drift open
like curtains fluttering
up, floating on the whisper of a breeze,
I see
things rearrange,
the signs, the furnitures of meaning —
but we are free, and now the righteous details
bleed,
let us drift back underneath the panicked solace of our greed
pour feral sweat our burning need
the final rhythm lifts exploding flares
feel the coming of your power
the pregnant shadows open
devour the lights we scour
then this moment comes
so slowly that the saps run
we ache and steam
surrender, feel the slowly burning everything
the universe
flutters like a freshly opened
bee wing
on the horizon
jolly goblin
eyes begin
to sing
the color of the moon
crackling golden seizures come
our pains explode inside the living sun