I feel the pulse
The electric vibration
From the foundation
It snaps to the forgettable extremities
It originates in the dark
Swell within me and teach me
Why the touch is what is craved
Why the world is at my toes
The pulse an idol
Suffering sneers from established gods
Pulsing in time to a techno beat
Sliding beside a jazz riff
The fire behind the strike of a rap lyric
As I live in it and I felt it today
With passion inside me I searched
Only to find a pulsating femininity
A need to be pressed against hard and different
Those creatures hailing from Mars.

Indulge

High again beneath the snapping waves

Contorting in angles so sharp they cut

Fighting torrents of beasts from the deep

Reasoning with the dieties for redemption

Here above a sound is heard

Nothing is breathing

All platelets stopped

Above in a murmur plated in gold

Drone the words of a being inflated

Remember the blade and the ooze of the cut

Know not of the words of all before now