2.8.21
Sex and death, I behold.
Ecstatic singing and exquisite silence.
We all need to generate and we all need to die.
So then how, is what we can answer to our want—how we can proceed.
Let my sacrifice be erotic and solemn,
so we might share its truth,
and feel for once.
Let it be all of me,
as death demands
and sex commands.
Let my orgy meet my choir,
so to pull a needle through the time of my being.