Lorenzo Buford
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The blood path of the ancestors
is erupting the ancient phallic fire that is ejaculating the rainbow. This is summoning the Ancestors who gather like storm clouds and are approaching. My sacrificial end will merge and entwine my duality. I have been the broken gate, made by the two that are rooted in their own space; and strike at each other from their rooted blindness with vines that will take their breathe away. They have been lost in the disharmony of pleasure and are caught up in the fiddler's music who impregnates their thoughts that take form as inhabitants of the ocean in the alien moisture that has escaped from my attempts of self satisfaction when I was alone; and these thoughts have become exiled from me. I have broken away from my reflection. I am the first gate that is now broken. I was the womb, a tomb, a vagina, a phallus broken into duality. Each gender is fighting with its reflection with thundering storms; but the lightning from the underworld brings illumination. The desert between genders will become fertile. I am the male woman who is no longer headless and hunted for body. I am a phallic tree. My serpent lover wraps around me like an electrical mist and impregnates me with his thundering voice; and I am born as the Androgyny who will heal the wound of the ancient longings. I made my loneliness into the Lover/Consort that I fashioned from imagining the touch of my Beloved that I'm exiled from. I am again The First Gate to return all my forms so I am whole again. I have adorned genders to heal my ancient wounds. The Three Faces of the Goddess are now seeking the fourth face that is no longer the song of the fiddler. These wounds are The Exiled who are like mouths that I am pouring my pain into to speak it into flesh so the pain will become souls that will journey through light and darkness to heal my ancient longings. These wounds are exiled from my breath. I have been made a bearded woman and given hoofs, and given antlers, and my sojourning has made a blood path. And those who did not eat of my fruits have exiled their nature. And I made orgasms to bring the Exiled back into my embrace. I am the Living Vortex, The First Gate welcoming the dualities. Sperms are like planets ejaculating / emanating from perceptions that will lead The Exiled out of cycles so they are no longer haunting forms to seek the Beloved. The broken gate is healing. |
