aya

Here
Aya created You
came from Her
womb is in You
must breath out

Perception shadows
the purity of consciousness
whose ecstasy fills fetus and corpse
Perception aborts purity of consciousness
and rejoices in the bloodied human experience
and for perceived sin of sensation you must purge

There
your body hurls south
your head blows north
is no compass
you’re not whole
one
together

severed

Where are your legs
your arms
drag you
inside a void of laborious no
where
On the precipice of damnation
for your damned curiosity
In you fall but the wheels spin still
consciousness coils round
Experiences that turned
Inside into suffering

Perception initiates you into humanity
through the senses and this welcome
turns hostile and hostage

Horrible climaxes and the neon vomit of endless scrolls
images, endless images like maggots
not from my eyes but erupting from my mouth
crawl away promising to devour the sights of sins

The metaphysics of native tongue and native land
The land lapped and held by my tongue
but my tongue doesn’t work so with it goes the land

Consciousness existed, exists, and will exist
Perception is now
But becomes infinite
In the repetition of
Of the finite human touch

This is what we are left with
The last breath of human experience
To fill our consciousness
As actual touch filled human body

Peru, 2018