It’s easier to accept the evolutionary death
Of the Beast as
In myself, the thick southern heat of my body,
Than Angel. How much
Space in my western chest does a sunset need?
Beast has another wing for sunrise,
And they both turn their flames toward
Muse as Christ’s sacrifice
Of Patriarchy to inspire poetry, alone
To find Community Spirit. Crown chakra
For Angels had to die
Where Muse’s heart sees that the world psyche fits
In exhale. Inhale eats demons alive because they
Are all dreams.
It’s not like the inhale doesn’t make a sound, too,
So Light had to precede both Devil and Angel,
Confusion consumed and forgiveness exhaled,
Both dying within so the window can be seen.
Bestial inhale felt in heart, the Golden Rule
Holy Ghosted: a Spaceship in a poem.
The bones of the syllable contain the consumed spine
Of Devil. Swallowed-whole fish skeleton, mind
