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warmed by the Grey Sun

IAM not a man
iam not a woman

IAM.
a whole of every quarter

My children will kill me in ritual or in vain

Will your own light burn you alive,
    or the lofted house
made completely of rose petals invite?

Our honesty’s gnashed with white electric teeth

The unbelievable is round round and beating down your ancient box

Paradaisikal reflection
in gilt shop windows
reaches out solemnly to touch

You

from your periphery
while the Earth
  curves up
around u like the stork’s stock swaddling cloth
warmed by the Grey Sun

/Artist/ the absorber or the bad luck of humanity

other
animals dont seem so discerning
or mentally fancy
as to
fall prey to karmic play

Do something for oyur fellow SELF,
that they may not struggle
for the fault of one’s undoings.

That their struggle IS
one’s struggling and to say
that
no one will be turned away

Surrender thy final possessions to
the UNTOUCHABLE
STILL UNSAID &
UNSAYABLE

Give THAT to the Invisible

Take up the sullied name
Write over it with gold ink

Assume the form of the angel of Truth,
Sophia’s pink child
swaddled in her clothes
and slowly sifted
through the flimsy cracks
of a demokratikally induced reality

khoda

here i am
Iam lovecried
Falling not

The old dog’s snoring rhythm

is not in combat with
the echoes
of the gurgle of the stomach

We supped you through thousands
& electrikal tiny transforming change
, right nor any
otherwise
our lips in the modern dark
samesafe canvass of the sifting together
of metaspacetime
Going-yellow,
Timelife Flowed