knowing this

You & me are transistors
pulsing & ceaseless
in manufactured dreams,
emanating the circadian rhythms,
releasing the blood on a full tide.
A tempest of mythology keeps us
wading, in impermanence,
in diabolical cycles,
mellow & magnificent.

Knowing this,
I fall into parenthesis,
draw these words, swell
on the wisp of cellular lips,
drape myself in animating roses.

In the quasi-world, I hear clearly
a harpy laugh, primordial as the mud:
for everything, an opposite lives.