Black Poetry : copyr i g h t

hypersleep

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I was created
from the remnants of
her lover.

Here, these microscopes
give me away in a tiny
calling out of what
two people already knew,
the view of my cells
like a copy of her insight.

The outer cell walls
hiding miniature scribbles
"sgs", "sgs", "sgs"

The organelles buzzing in
a furious pattern known only
to the past and her
trembling thoughts.

The nuclei, visions of
the singularity, have
shown themselves as
bits,
copies of her memories.

Even this dna,
extracted as I sit in
smiling silence,
shows the truth.

The strands unwrap
and spin in her magnificence,
each code whipping into
perfect array to reveal

Her poems.

On command the strands dance into
and out of comprehension
in a dual role of function
and supreme wisdom.

I contain the instructions
for her eternal words,
yet I am a product of them.
Each poem she writes sends
that strand she formed into
a brilliant spin,
a future coming past,
a shadow sending light,
a body bending back.

The scientists
shriek back and look at me
this
smiling
black wonder.

my soul,
copyrighted Supreme
by the Goddess
Star.
 

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