This is blood and lava: my flesh in Chaos
streams of This and cycles of This while Infinity
explodes somehow beginning
This is blood and lava: my flesh in Chaos
between and amongst Flights underground
while we delay language silence
the word the phrase somehow await
This is blood and lava: my flesh in Chaos
beyond the aboriginal Song of Songs
through the tongue or wind or wave
the Idea of kissing and eating and perspiring
