shapeshifter

Metamorphosis reactor
mentally fingering
spinning my thoughts
to a suffering
and savory
gumbo
melting
my building
core:

crawl up inside
my hollow
of long,
iridescent
and lonely man’s
highway
of spiral
and sorcerer’s stone;

lift deep
the smooth
of my casings
to moons
eating other
lost planet’s
goodbyes
and beg
at my alter
of heart
no more.

There are galaxies
thrumming beneath
my arch
of magnets
and skin
and turning
time dancers
with bursting
of stars
in centers
of orbiting pits—

life
begging life
begin!
and begin
and begin
again!

Bring me your findings
by way of love letter,
addressed
to the demon
lurking inside
that long
Machiavellian hall;

kindly
address him as, Lumos
before leaving
your scent
of red rising wax
at the door—

then watch
as I eat
and then lick
my still
beating fingers,
and strip
my vibrating bones
at the gate
made of candle
and pillars
of smoke—

and know
we are all but a dream in the making
disguised
as our fate
being born.