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,
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,
geometric (0) soul-fractal place.
Yang encultured power praxis,
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
EarthTribe’s eternal memory code.