two become one
or one devolves to
duality the fluid
docking of bodies
like a parody 
Yin and Yang forever
connected, occulted

sealed Hermetical an obelisk
from the softest wettest nook

Inside and the moans of angels
fulfill a Creator’s most soaked dream
of re-union
as daemons watch from a corner 
quanta              conscious 
amid the loud coming of bodies, ages

2
fucked to death by a myth, laughing as we owe
smug smirks to the tin heads and those with
rubber bullets for brains; let us now bow 
and donate organs

yet wary of fetid social celebritech
set to stifle the beauty of true freaks, kin 
do not laugh in retaliation but lift them up
as non-locals our duty is to serve 
those without name or a night to hide in. 

brave the poles and shift yourself, become
the solar minimum 
as avatar made sublime by unreality
animate for the purpose of others 
to contrast and become grateful as even the filthiest 
saint dressed in rags of God’s pellucid cloak, truth

so many Heavens and so many hells, 
as many as mind can manifest
sentient   acausal     arroyos
cut by death’s prolonged intention the rough 
between what we are and what we see
               the net between plains
               embracing metasanity
like an eclipse 
and still, plant-like leaning sunward, but flowing