O Kali Eyed (OKE)
i own these skys
it is our boros
our borocity
arboretum
it is your bodice
i sweep off
the web of
the spidey
OKE
i your autonivourous pole
shiva to thee shakti
your being drips
through Spideys web
finely oh so finally
into my dust mop
gliding along the
geometric lines of
my abode, my sky
OKE
you ooze your being
with Spideys legs
from lips to nooks
to crags to eye
to grannies yoni
i dance and
you shape into
material
OKE
When i dance
you through
in my glittering
palatial towers
hurtling there will
be none of you
and all of me
and nothing
between me and thee
orboros
OKE
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Your web i gather
braiding the cables
of my empire
the sieve of my mop
braids and reweaves
thee into my maw
into me
come to me
OKE
Then i descend
from thee
again to me
Mother of that
which is woven
i build thee
we make me
come into me
i open my arms
i O i OKE
Just one more
dance of me
in thee thee in me
i de'a'd in thy
thy dei'tified
mind sprung to mine
here i am
me as thine
O body thee of mine
come time come Kali come time
come calendering me
OKE
i become aware
in thy vastness
so beyond an emptiness
rarified ethereal thee
enveloped refracted
the light of me
i spin and thy manna
fills my maw
in gaseous amrita
OKE
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Then i mopped
and washed
and shined to your breasts
there we wrestled
sweat to metal
from ethereal to
iron ic
but no, the comic repeats,
yet more
OKE more
Are there more verses
refracting ether to
shinning metal
consuming from
idea to idyll
ingesting the air
sweeping the seas
gardening and husbanding
nibbling up to your flocks
such vast edens
from breast to yoni
and back to rest
i versus OKE
A lonesome mason
shapes your heart
as you view apart
your waifs run with me
to timbers in the belfry
echoing through halls
in clear tones
OKE
Echoes of my own
reflected
refracted
mirroring
web of light
one saintly photonic spark
shafting through
womanly thee
O Kali |
