Strange as I think of you now, like I don't remember anything
Deity as you once were, from the unreal to the real - your transcendence
Marched past the policing age, the bilingual virginal solitude granted
Bodyless, dayless eternity where you walked down once
Few hundred years ago, in my timeless string of comas.
Strange when your unwilling lips touched mine, in a lack-love pact
Tanned as you died then, halo of hollow inevitability.
No, I don't remember anything, but the ghetto of Amidah hymns
Brain-tricked rising of the absolute from the absolute that absolutes
Absolves, unvanquished trident. When you had a mouth - and I had none.
My eyes fixed to you, unnoticeable feminine absolute, wholly your Amidah remains
Storming like a radiant phantom, textless , in a language of genesis.
Rinsed with no rain, no Bombay, no rice - stones remain in briefs.
Dissent and Torture
10 years ago
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