In My Crackle

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In my crackle,
I think of the sputter,
my thoughts make
in this two way dialogue.

Who am I not to think
of this heart of fragrance,
lost in the funerals of fear,
lust in the friendship of faith?

In absolute suit
of day and night settings,
while meaning and function
chambers in and around.

Where sesquiterpenoids

in the realms
are Asclepias extruded and compressed

for lucid Sekhmet

and Amrita’s flow
of perception, memories,

and imagination.