COSMIC JURY

I am the maestro

with cosmic strings of nylon

pure Spanish

lover in bed, and caustic

as a rural fisherman

in a cottage of purple ferment.

I have bred myself in you

and in the web

of a twin soul encasing, I met you

laughing and crying, for loves joy

was bred

beyond our comprehension of time.

I am

the tuning fork keeping your emotions

in the measures of sublime song

a Spaniard in his own right

crossing

the pedigree line of your ancestry

creating a matrix of space.

Genius blending

by the genius of Creation

God and His mercy

strewn the fibers

of our heart like stitches aloft.

I will use the baton of my loins

to reconfigure

the lustful act to petition love

and that

in all its Light transforms

a man

and a woman’s moist transitions.

If you are a maestro

with cosmic strings of nylon

pure racial equality

exempt from fear

that climbing into this vortex

will brand you

then join us in the cosmos.

Man shall move through races

like a thread

and weave a turbulence of Goth

but still

believers in the Holy Cloth of Christ

shall kneel

even in their beheading

for the

supremeity of Gods Love is sacrificial.

I have bred myself in you

and in the web

of a twin souls encasing, I met you.

God the highest – Amen

God the labor of our equities is pure – in God.

The cosmic jury is interred.