detonation of light

fractals showing femininity-

patterns in diaphanous gowns of

secretive worship on

knees of glass

or sands

overlooking mass,

the tumor within haunting me.

i am the one who seeks

anaclitic ownership, who is

voted for in a binary?

fingers drip water into fountains

coins lying at the bottom gleaming

used for bus stops out of hurt brains

swollen, & deliverance

from the self-

do not deliver me from evil.

repression of the virgin,

fill me with soil

and palms read in turmoil.

let’s break the circle of craft,

circuitous wordsmiths speaking

dead languages,

whispers in voyeuristic grandeur.

i wake up when we are together

but now i want to

go to sleep,

you cannot adapt to what is

in constant motion.

zero sum game,

permutations used up in

forgotten nations of hope,

of genetic biopsy in search of

scope of gender.

this journey is mine

in phantom lanes of highways

no one-ways,

lashes wet &

future clear.