ovoid

the mamas bring the

music and the light,

 

stroking sweet-

ness into being,

 

inoculating against

the self-made man.

 

every where you look

is a circuit board

 

waiting for

lightning.

 

the stars are

still inebriated.

 

i keep my hands

at 10 and 2

 

as i measure

you, ride

 

your war-

torn body

 

past the banyans

into the sunrise.

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