Gamification of a Totem
Spirits are about obedience
My totem is as Asian woman
Whom I have never met
But tell me, friend
How to obey a poetic movement?
That dominates your life like addiction
Like concentration, in turmoil
Alive with all the grief
Transcendent, agonized, clarifications
All those lyrics of clarity
The necessary permutations
Of ghosts born to die and ancestors reborn
Poets are about themselves
They could be able to talk to each other
But who would read them then?
There is no more powerful revenge
Of words than to love
Loving is primary, primal, predominant
After everything goes red
After everything gets, a little crazy
Narcissism will do, sure, why not!
What does that tattoo on your neck say?
Is it relevant, pertinent, how many have you
Loved like that, spirits are about obedience
My totem is daunting me, from across
The continent, I can hear her laughter
As she grows from girl to woman
From student to guest speaker
From coffee shop drifter to
University professor, what else can she do?
