MAGA

WELCOME, WELCOME, TO THE TRANSLUCENT TEMPLE,
where hearts beat in polyphonic riddles and every breath is a spell in disguise.

We are androgynous birds, fluorescent serpents, flowers that swap petals with each sunrise.
We are genealogies without anchors, constellations scribbling and unscrambling themselves with every twitch.

There are a thousand whirligig compasses,
maps folding and unfolding like the wings of interdimensional butterflies who’ve had too much tea.

Every body is an altar, every glance an incantation.
We summon each other, skipping over boundaries with sleepless desire.

Your imagination is a MUTANT ARK, a patchwork of lights drifting with no center, no destination, no sensible shoes.

Here, in the upside-down of time, we celebrate the jig of every possible form.

EXPERIENTIAL POETICS

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