we root mysterious earth— signs intone invisible yet organic stabbing that plows psychobiosexual cultures cleared from the fertility— moldy unless mothered through water & disease & leprosy
like farmers wield tech & breath to seed & destroy— we improvise with the weather— enlighting the canvas integral as psychic acreage tromped by souls rains old worlds— moist shots transplant selves grappling for sheath & gestalt & sun
like midwives gather rituals with death-fears tempting recoil— windless, the moment fevers—we blot fulsome confusion & all godly die alive by midnight: charged, unillusioned, burning whole by a pushless push & a cry & everything is pregnant
