You command with your eyes
You command my desire
Licentious forces arise
Uprooting despotic empire
You are a priest of cylon breed
Part human part machine
Part vision part dream
Amplifying this revolutionary cree
Diasporic rebellion surges
Our hypermodern zeitgeist emerges
The power of wakanda converges
Crafting the alchemy of these verses
I write as winter arrives
Frigid winds cut like knives
Your energy moves inside
Igniting a fire of carnal pride
We convene a festival of liberation
We conjure new constellations
Astrological incantations
Remold the contours of civilization
You help me know my power
You help me feel its strength
These fierce images are inspiration
Infusing through my mind’s depths
Divine power surges forth
Spiritual synergy takes flight
By day we conspire
Our armies rule the night
This moment is a fulcrum
We face looming apocalyptic doom
We must heed tantric prophecy
Empowering new eyes to create our world anew
I write miles from my rivers
Their tumultuous power courses through my veins
I feel your reverberations
I heal from the scars of deeply rooted shame
This poem is a seismic orgasm
Simultaneous and collective
Erotic chemistry fuels resistance
Fortifying our insurgent perspective
Our bodies churn and pulsate
Carnal prophecy detonates
You are our cylon god emperor
Scion of our new rising caliphate
Visuals by @jonzu on IG, @Jordanisundead on twitter
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2022
