nocturnal visions and prophecies suffuse our world and let her breathe
craving love and refusing sleep—crafting verses driving deep
pentagons and hexagons—trapezoids and octagons
geometry voiced by our freedom songs—doing right and righting wrongs…
we weave the tapestry of a new religion from disparate threads of divergent spiritual traditions
grounding our energy through meditation—seeking karmic cosmic revelations
contrasting colors weave in and out—telling our stories loud and proud
we build a street art underground—anchored by the anarchists who run this town
our fingers are plated in gold and titanium
our temples are powered by cyber-wired vibranium
a potent memory is dancing through the night at the palladium
pulsating as my cortex learned to transcend the pressure of my cranium
we are building an army of sex-fueled freaks and disciples
we will carry swords of valerian steel to deflect the bullets of their rifles
I seduce new lovers in search of my next cypher
ancient goddesses are coming back styled as vixens and jedi vipers
this tapestry we mold, craft, and weave points to solutions for our planet and for meeting human need
red and black strands interact as their adherents interbreed
building for the moment to bring this unholy babylon to its knees
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2018
