The fringe is the center of change
It is like a sacred aloe
The aperture of the void
And its animisms like
An ablation of self
And the ocher chimeras
Like tyrants in the yarrow
As the balustrades are adorned
And blink with the universe
Like capitalists in heaven
And the grievous friend
Like a excoriation of a mandala
The bossa nova rosins
And the burial of an archangel
That slipstream of the deluge
And barrios of the mind
Where a surgery illuminates
And the gods rejoice in shit
Like a fecund pathway
be universal 