passover you, pass over me, this is the meaning of freedom
after worshipping stone mummies, after working far more than i should, fucking around in pitch and mortar,
across the water, across the desert, over myself and past my dread, in the end, sublimely, not withhout fear, but in the midst of its dizzying lust, headswimming, in a pillar of fire and a cloud of cloud, volcano like, silent and as an orgasm, i will open my mouth and, covering in coriander, i will see your face