Every time I tap on the surface the thing goes doubling back
In a jab! jab! motion
Then back
To secrete that potent brew
Upon the stinger and retract
To attack anew
But I scratch at the surface
Taunt the scorpion
Burgeon
Through
Attached by the roots
Cracked Earth accouchement
The noumenon of things
Does the Queen of Night shrink from sunlight
And dream between sight
A desert denouement?
To open
Close
And withhold
The secrets of the night
So finger the truth
Caress it till it coos
It’s this over that
Then that over this to
Tie the knot so
Fate becomes a long drawn vein
That drinks deeply from the blood
Of life, taps twice
And thrice
Till it’s full
The chalice does spill out with glee!
Ill-fate mockery of me
Nineteen
Eighty
Three
Marks the year the Cyberspace
Begins
To scatter pieces that reappear
Glowing Ultraviolet
I’m feeling so violent!
Feeling so violated!
Feeling so isolated!
So perforated!
Standing in granulated replication
As they reconfigure me
Abduct me and disfigure me
They’re cutting away at me
Piece by piece
Rearranging me
And deranging me
Till I’m pockmarked
Scar-hard
Edging out the enemy
In Creative Destruction
And every time I scratch at the surface leaves me lit with elation!
Scattered particles recollect to
Spew the angles through
Of that new “you”
How do you do?
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