I.

I’ve said it all before,

last time you firmly closed my door.

 

Where have my words dreamed since then,

hiding fugitives in labyrinthine recesses,

backwaters of insane progress

confidently processing toward unknown intent?

 

I’ve feared it all before.

This flirtive closing door

on other sides far too vast

with needs sucking out my lungs

squeezing timid-static heart

closing rich sensory prehensile shutters

until concaving Yin weeps with righteous loneliness.

 

She’s sung it all before

time’s merciless karmic door

open always as before

yet No Admission

without formal dress,

accessorized dysfunction.

 

II.

You’ll say it all again

next time I mercy fuck your home.

 

What will your words do next time,

laughing boldly through primordial eclipse,

surging equinoxing rivers

streaming global madness fear?

 

You’ll find me once again,

my grace-open salvific door.

Death’s other side slowly swims

languidly breathing advent into

fertile faith-ballooning diastasis,

wide-sweeping invite into ego-silence,

warm echo belonging,

blanketing Yang’s eternal karmic kiss.

 

He’ll dance with Yin again

in carnaling EarthTribe’s permacultured soil

zero-carbon holonic balancing

banquet for all Earth to savor

frequent fractal organic fusions.

 

I’ve said this all before

time gave birth to four dia-metric space,

biological, binomial, and bicameral,

in Bucky’s regenerate,

synergetic,

geometric (0) soul-fractal place.

 

III.

Yang encultured power praxis,

male-dominatrix history.

Yin polyculturally integrating harmony,

feminist nutrient permaculture.

Revolve in RNA’s relational fractal structure,

regenerating natural systemic template:

U = +P

C = (-)NP

A = Yang-convex Vertex

G = Yin-concave’s Dark Vortex

cooperatively stringing

reweaving

EarthTribe’s eternal memory code.