this insurgency
breathes
as you plead
please let me linger a little longer
at your fingertips I fell
and tasted the deer's head
eyes of the serpent’s brides
this congregation is full of liars
and truth-sayers
seekers all aside
i hide between drishtis
as yogas collide
I am clean and undivided
subsided topsoil
collapses
until tilled it thrives
i glide
upon four legged spiders
dine upon succulents and hang gliders
as the cream rises to the top
we become like butter
ghee is the mother of all beings
is harmony in soluble fats
or in burning ghats on the ganges
fat solids cooked in vats
on home burners
i sold the answers to the texts
as the scriptures were stolen by hungry thieves
in need of a tryant’s democracy
a solvent alternative to capitalist precocity
i seek thee
in fibrous stalks of kale
as spines recline
so do our waking minds
and we become blinded
to the ingredients of divergence
you allow for the butter to melt
and spread over mind toast
i boast about our love
and yet it swallows me whole
i am a shallow vessel
fill me and i overflow too easily
greatness is deep and heavy
and the west is getting ready
for its birthday
a celebration of identity
still neglecting the face
of multidimensionality
we continue to harbor
expatriates of the soul