pausing breeze

 

flesh for vultures

what kind of god will appear today...

i don’t want god to see me this way

so i run from it

and cover myself up

a shameful thing

this sacred body

this temple...

i burn it to destroy the proof

or kill it      slowly

i accept the sin in secret

i give in to it

and find something i like

i pass the taste around

and lay back down

a useless mass of energy

flesh for feeding vultures

 

 

- for amie

2:25 am

indistinct whisper

undisclosed location

body formed

nights shadow and

moons glow

flowing soul-like

random perfection

new mathematics

in a lift

unearthly breeze

take to a hover

lie in sweat

settles and lowers

upon me

eyes

close to absorption

loves understanding

i fill with you

without separation

despite body

despite time