This song

a pearl of  the world you spew you swine I’m

up for exchange attached at the ready

I initiate migrations as I migrate

within the horizon its vertical clasp

I spray frosty catechism heavenly bodies

from the frost of  the black sky

read myself  in its interior I am

hyperbole to him a dimension singing

your entities synergistic parabolas

are like magnetic flowers to me

your part in the curve brings something

I want you to feel afield

since you’re my halo I’m your

bibliometric network resource

with a rose I pay back read write

the black poem of  its interior

tailor-made held to the light I am

of  black threads I take part I’m

the magma or plasma in a rose

I vaporize the void I am the rose