being is the utmost command--

even it goes blind when it points

to what it is upon what it is not.

there is a way, there is always a way.

light too unified with dark, dark too

unified with light as no other.

original face to original face.

could it be, is it really you--is it really me,

is it really us and no one?

Aum Namah Shivaya~

After race arousal
there was animal descent.
The gold diggers climb fairytale.

The controlled blast
avenges on the street. Belonging
drops the veil. We are *******.

Mode of violence
changes. ****** was diplomatic.
Everyone shuts the mouth.

All people look at me
but no one sees me
Their looks stop at their fantasy

That's how it is to be almost a goddess
inhuman, an image, an avatar
around my body

concealing that I exist
and preventing me from dying
although everyone wants to **** me

for what It has done
in its creative drive
from which I was born

As if I can do something about
the way men and women see me
and what follies they commit

for the phantom with my name
which is immortal and naked
looking fixedly at them

so that their weapons fall
and they reconcile
with their dreams

I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.

You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.

I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.

I did love you, I

walked around in your body –


and got lost in you.