Oh, Let’s Have Sex!

I seem to want to keep the link alive
to waking consciousness all night.
I do not turn the TV off. I let the sounds

and unseen sights of BBC World News
and other PBS enlightenments ignite,
make bright, a shamanistic purgatory –

a liminality that veils, regales the inner
and the outer and persuades them
to unite. To feed, to feed, to feed:

to end the blight. Tugs-of-war excite,
incite – breed between dimensions. Sex!
In this space where nothing’s known,

beseech the Universe! Oh, let’s have sex!
Nursed and vexed – Soul erects.
Assembles and dissembles. Trembles.





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