ONLY ENGULFMENT #1
I licked the worn thread of your ideated god.
It curled beneath me as if my mouth were a sharp little box.
I devoured my tongue and the rest in my muscles,
the hard, thick seed of your design. I did it all in one quaff.
The body, the philosopher Jean-Toussaint Desanti said, has the unity of zero.
To verify that wine has body, one must taste and swallow it.
It must disappear.
For Christ's sake, I cannot see you anymore.
ONLY ENGULFMENT #2
And I have never come so far as to g(r)aze upon you.
I am after red, green, but do not get me wrong.
I am after yellow, and I am after white.
Blue, I am having a bad dream, deliciously.
In the pink, call me back with your own bulb.
I am not roosting; I am warming my seed.
Every hue seems to say to you how now, how now?
ONLY ENGULFMENT #3
One square of Earth to grow meaning in the womb.
I cannot hold the number, but I must
share my form, must hum with beings who
give me back my body in zeros.
You can see me cross your eye as a wave of light forever in the open mouth of god.