Go-Go Ode

O capacious room,

give me your tongues.

I’m done with being self

possessed. Take hold, turn

the river in me. I’m freed

up to be anybody else,

my molecules twinned

with the sound. O erotic ours,

pass me not. Keep me in

the pocket. O percussive

dissent, devotion is anything you

say go awry. In this early hour,

keep me recursive. The impulse is

to lose my feet. I’m yet overcome.

You seismic drop.

You sovereign fade.

O black chaos, I’m in study

at your center, turn me out.