the world is
full of
people who can't
make eye
contact.
so you stare
them down
all at
once,
and come out through
the back
of their heads.
keep going baby girl,
blink back
their
divided houses.
follow the waving beam of
light.
you vital Queen,
slouch in
your throne
and
scratch your
******!
make mercy beg
for your
forgiveness,
leave your
scent upon
the "blind deaf
stone".
sell *** back to
itself, if it
cheapen the
thrall of your
ecstasy.
yours is the only
dance i know
truer than
matter,
as matter.
you lost your
mind to smaller
ones, who could
not find proof of yours.