Sunday, April 22, 2018

April Draft #22

Sphinx of Black Quartz, Judge My Vow!

eventually the egg
that never had a chance 
to be a chicken
makes its way back 

& it is this path, the one
seeming opposite of the sense of self
TV and school gave you

that could be called otherness,
or perhaps an anti-body,
those hard to find lines

between Z and A, the parallel
biverse where the moderates
& centrists are caught

in their naked extremism,
the cracks I thought I lived in
like a hunger for wholeness

till wholeness is the hunger,
love living in data,
data dying in love

and the void, the egg’s way
back to the chicken, may be
vexed with epic bloodshed…. 

the sewer part of the soul
or emergency opposite masks
who couldn’t love endless
regenerative plenitude without you

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