You weave between worlds animating visions of possibility…
Your energy cybernetic, seducing and transmuting sacred properties…
Branded like a divine totem your tattoos live speak and breathe…
Conjuring webs of kinetic light your body captivates as your mind sows new sentient seeds…
This is a poem of speculation, imagination, rumination, and divination…
I admire your confidence and pride: your tender affection—your pleasure vibration…
If the ancient prophecies are true Lazarus was raised from death…
After four days entombed he was given new life—blessed with reincarnated breath…
Our world is starkly imperiled by systems of endless war, exploitation, and greed…
We need joy, healing, and transformation to craft new synergies—reclaiming our spirits to meet human need…
Lazarus Incarnate you bring a fire that could make a dead man rise….
I see powerful zygotes of liberation when I look deep within your eyes…
Possibilities are utterly infinite–light moves in every possible direction…
Its vectors form a torus of synergy–a vessel of orgasmic resurrection…
We tap the deeply rooted power of pleasure as an anchor amidst gale force winds…
Crescendoes of ecstasy burst forth as the cycles of history reboot once again…
This is an epoch of hope and pain—an epoch of love and rage…
We must conspire to uproot this toxic world order and rebrand this prophet’s sacred name…
Visuals are by @d__antonio on IG
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2021
