Participation or mystique
charms, magic, E.S.P,
The lust for the opus contra naturam
moves us in vague nascent stirrings.
Hangs us below a vultures' hallux,
and draws havoc to our sexual awakening.
As this rude child
with locks cast about a dead satyr
stands forlorn.
I stand and take this personally,
the fairytale on a monopede's foil
takes shape, just when we are one.
Snake and serpent, guild and girl,
flesh in the monocular vision
or lopsided destinines
raise, raise, raise me.

But do not denounce me, do not pray
for divinity, holiness, rapture,
for false harpies in the mist
of an impersonal ziggurat
finds the steps from this Collective
then insinuates its coils
in a dance of wilderness.