O. Uroborus Pantherarum
Alive! Alive! Parallel streams on fire—
We (we)/(a)re two diamond eyes chasing teardrops—
Green, black, yellow, red dawn looks
Across train station platforms
Seas are nothing and universes starve
Longing for your paw’s touch
Flicking away famine stars,
Eternal space was caught sick
In opium bars~~
So here in this isolated-place
I started to lick your flames.
And your papillae studded tongue
Began to lick my mane:
Two jaguars encircling a postponed dream…
[Our fangs pierce the skull to the brain—
we carry our dear cubs with these]
No! these jaws were meant to lick you,
More, these jaws were meant to roar!
Over plastic covered oceans
Of deformed fish swallowing the chemicals gurgling
Fake pee that got me a job
Crankin moot mathematics
In the Greenhouse where
A poem hangs on the wall: Let the Lover Be
“We live our lives because we decline to know
the nothingness that is the truth.”
~~Let the lover be—
Forget that 1 + 1 = anything but none—
Live
And revolve violently!
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