Sexless Soul

evening work taunted so often by morning,

jealousy fumed at inspiration’s warning,

“day and night, night and day in Parisian twilight;

nebulous time thief freezes the bluehour”. spite

whispered in her ear again, “syncopation”.

earth has shifted and her frequency lifted;

spell, beat, duration

rising on a midsummer midnight in sleepless

labors. clamour for dark constraint,

retching documents of singular piss,

a technicolor yawn

in cupped hands protects the flame

from blowing out in a nuclear

rant, “kata ton daimona eaytoy”. truth spirit,

in that same hotel room, the brocken specter

guides the horses of the sun as they take flight,

harnessed dreams in a panoply of insults,

lucid deceits of reality. Godolphin, Phaethon,

when the Polestar is gamma Cephei

the sky flashes riding this fugue state,

dawn giving godhead  

on an incredible journey in and out of the void,

jumping circumhorizontal arcs,

her lips tingled... like touching a battery to the tongue,

heart racing electric, standing in the light of shame,

nude plasma in the fire halo searching for equilibrium.

tickling emanation travels to Rigel,

the peak of the roof spins

out of parasitic drag, the left leg of the giant shakes

le petit mort in a manless land,

two woman of revelations, bride to bride,

underground

jumping free from peripersonal space, whole!

skin climbing, fifteen inches from totality,

external, for good or evil, rh- evolves towards omega, it is infinity;

sexless soul...