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These days live on a cliff
I can't tell if I've already stepped over
people walk dogs along it
there is no railing
the wet earth is marked
by dandelions as usual
but you feel as if somebody's rented your life
and won't leave.

Clover of mouth and strong thighs
these branches are all sap
until you pound them into being
bring a funnel
lined with micro hammers
stone beyond sacredness
the gold and silver mica chips
to open medieval computers
I fondle money around your priestess' goblet
tag your tongue and send you home to your husband
he's a mantis on every antenna
the watching world's put up
to pass the Mayans.

Masculine herds in codpiece
jogging the dams
feel female ascension
spirals we can't find
past rigged ethereality
our own shape lays open
but to flirt with the assassin of oppressors
one must clean his gun
an expert interweaving
hunt with craft:

Retake the caves our fathers painted
polish them to clearest glass
see vulvic spacecraft climbing;
superevolve
or die,
boys.