of enforced recognition
seeing the face which grows
like fruit, from the root
of the shifting fixation
white flour and crystal screens
contraceptives containing
the seed that burns inside
burns
through slag and plastic
the fire from which
the touch of polymer flees
and ties itself, basket-wise
into the imagination
of unity: I do not become thee!
unnecessary step past completion
darkness in which
the spark travails
like the gush of fuel
dying into the inferno
I am:
dead and inert in the midst
of your violence
alive, struggling fearfully
in your sea of confidence
which confides:
trust I am not, not faith
nor fire
I am Wisdom wearing the wise
I am deceit, sugar and oil
on a fool's lips
I am the song
for which the note must die
perish into me
inhale that you might expire
suck through the membrane
of illusion
seed of the fire
core of the star
FINISH
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