A conference convenes before the plankton can stir
our dark conference the meeting of blue souls
clocks soak in acid pits
detached limbs and impossible culture
we nervously expect the doors to lock
seeing too much and full on the ready
strides leap into biorhythm storms
protoplasmic memory fingering spawns
it comes in the form of wrists crossed and third eye pain
like the most elegant pulsation serving orgasm
all of the sirens hushed while Now tosses scraps
this hyperactive passion of thighs sweating in silk
inserted we perish
like jets in the sand
taking no shit
and giving nothing but heaves of delicious death
all but one not all gone
this one tied into the sun
circadian dancer sweating cold
sinking deep into the amazing flesh