Couvade

I snap & hiss at space
with the stars

& we are the arbitrators of constellations
& as all beasts, we devour the multidimensional transformation of the universe

unidentifiable &,
my blood runs from my mouth into this life & its many lungs
weighing every cell my pulse carries,
identifying, preserving & destroying the many faces of this super-consciousness

simultaneity, liberation & suffocation
knocking about our ecstatics & fevers of materialization

& if I know death, it is myself that is dying

& to know the invasion of my psyche, I myself must invade

Sitting with the profundity &

meaninglessness of my body

when to defend & when to surrender

inexplicably engaged

Escaping is an infinite act

whirling into being,
sinking into, lost within humanity,

striving to flesh out the evolution of cerebral identities

& I’ve only arrived to sing as the stingray does
within his black womb of bleeding

crashing into atmosphere
& heavy planets which reconcile us with their creators

waves & webs
suicidal flags of energy

I fall inside of the splintering of language

contagion & interrupter

the beautiful place that never was.

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Amy M. Denes