ReRites (torn from cages)

torn from cages these are the words of the universe which is, in truth, the energies of a Silence reflecting upon coffins confiscated cosmic light: not coffee, nor love I’d come closer, but we never-quite-clean forget ~+~ and perhaps to be a relative person is at the end all Dissected and touched, I muscle the crackle of death salt purged of all but other. No, Not working. New awareness sprouts prey of work from the stars automated totems home feasts Stomachs keel over to dance the ravenous house made lazy & dead by birth We surrender to milkweed’s song. Promontories Heart clenching. Every it breeding. Nothing matters But not laughably. To race a clock, To read a break. Pronouncing on my leash Threads and holdings Lovers in their forces. ~+~ Admired milk. Arteries’ brains.