and i have given myself in whole
solids to you. serpents up
my chakras and down my
selfless moaning
lowers. i am strange to you
and stargazed to you and solitude
to you but still, you are filtered
through these mechanical walls
in me.
closed lips open keyboard
empty literature and white all
around our lights; we are in it
we were always in it. poetry
eyes open poetry eyes closes
nameless meditation silent
walled glory in mute falls.
seated in your temple i
open my wounds for one
last word.
