first, there is a frantic time physical conflict
arms a twirl bent sideways
laughter on the face inclusive
private knowledge
shame and insertion
sour sour conclusion
sore imagination
nakedness
naked
beneath soiled clothes colored and faded
beat skin wrapped insufferable plumage
of the common pervert
second, there is an awareness doubt the intent
temporary samhadhi slippery slide up warm into ether
this divisive openness thrust to faces
sensory organs incised divine
spectator scorn leaving the eyes
puffed
striated
the ancient dance
rigged geometric vulvas gyrating
the old cannot conceive the ageless new
third, there is
panic at the gate
rusted hinges warped with weight of neutrons
cannot swing forces strap-on mannequin grins
creepy erections asking others to buy their reality
lithe limbs
draped
in the spent energy of Asiatic children
temporary beings next level storage
at the end fusion deaths ritualized