I am torn galactic
evolution in your pocket
the fight for fight’s sake
born and we immediately
start to die
this piece of us
of the divine in us
is giving
the order to burn and change
giving colourfades
to cut clear our own path
but chained Andromeda
dear
they may never believe you
unless you can tell them
where
this would be embodied
if it were real
and ask the monster in the water
ask me
to rip apart everywhere I might touch
were we wrapped together
I would
the side of your ribs, your thigh, your shoulder
were we wrapped together in womb or in worship