Root Cap

Sex Is Forever

The dead conceive & God goes to seed here in me, so pause & come
to a knee—behold the offspring of eternity.

Baby Blue Eyes

To Copulate

as might a womb that excites a God who conceives a tomb for rapture, sex
is a way to exalt the dead—those who are raised up by organs of excess
& in conception capture by sperm & egg the entire effort of the everlasting

To Molt

To come alive is how immortals become—ignorant of the tumults of time.
Because of endeavoring gods, we become—migrants dumb to the beyond
where to know is to die, for none but the dead are wise.

a beetle's instar

Ishmael

empty dark is the need of light & those who desire those who need the dead
want it as a pine wants the wind or as the drowned in the watery hole beneath
so as to go longingly—the everlasting kept alive by this inscrutable coffin

Western Fence Lizard