I’m no monster
There only are diamonding lengthy dragon tails
of unconsciously fibring up things
bustling ahead through me
Their fiery claws
grip at my gimballed, never-tomorrowing blood
Overhead
they permeate and shred
the sacrific ennead
shunting the inscribable paginations’ loop heads
to the next level
Instant, go away
- I am so beautiful!

You loon
attention!
this might be a stray incubation
one day you’ll wish for
a coming undone
from that Spermatozoon.
Hang on to the gyroscope
Faust’s umbilical cord
is to be cut soon.