/ CREATION

There is no one here, but me in my regalia
all gas, like stars that share a cloak of names—

the mothers, the daughters, the divine spirits
that form my DNA & my astral measures—

Lilith is in Cancer & I’m in constant need
of balance, a constant bleed of cycles perforating—

what is dead in me lives, holy & in my accumulation of spirits,
I am tethered to the silk thread; I am—

proof of dark matter.