Resistance in the coils;
As ovulation fuels the eccentricity
And we beget divinity.
Oil in the lamps divided
By simplicities and stated facts,
A recognition of demolition,
Gutting the transparency of evolution.
Replacing capitalist coin
With unknown thunder.
My mute insistence
Projected on a plane of thought
Neither the antithesis of sound,
Has in its trumpet
Of knighted passage.