vacuum drain

vacuum drain burns the brain
telling of stories long since
sucked
into a place where everything is dust to dust
some rosy place lost
where rings hold no symbol
and only Saturn's marriage to the stars sings a sound
worth hearing

bearing north due south
compass fuck clustered around inbred ideologies peeled from books
(read to complete a sense of lost heat

bone breed bread from bones
herstory (his too much told rewritten and left sinless) sick of
It
she swings her sword blunt from stabbing too many fake stories
this false perception is thick--requiring much sifting

who writes the text decides what's next
isn't it so?
this much our boys and girls are not told

clever
little men scurry about in the middle of night
goblins in the castle
by day they grow tall and wide and laugh too loud and build giant machines that grind and grind and grind and grind and grind and grind and grind and grind and grind and grind and grind
all day long
the bones of time of truth of sound of mercy of minority of child of spirit of womyn of education of rights of human rights of thought of choice of opportunity of individual of freedom of queendom of true kingdom of god of nature of religion of animal of earth

correlation is not causal
nor is history regained--
what is lost
cannot be rewritten--
causality is what but
memoryeffortmotion

some found action limber and spreading across wide plains tusked with the ivory spills of fallen vessels