Coon Run

God is a hermaphrodite

but we don't have a name

for a binary

that is

not

two-in-one

Just like my 

internal voice

predicted

there had been

no event 

in my life

that deserved

to be called

random

I had to reach back

and lock it

to make sure

entropy had

the right ratio

and accurate

infinite exponentially

to be called

random

I had to reach back

and lock it

to make sure

entropy had

the right ratio

and accurate

infinite exponentially

She was there,

and to my surprise

she taught me

we all have 

parts of ourselves

cast away by 

rigid binarisms

that are naturally

feminine and

masculine

To my elation,

she said she was

me,

not in a metaphorical

or poetic way,

but in the most

resonant manner

she was effectively

I

and I was effectively

her

and she took

with the most respectful,

humble,

elegant,

and wise

articulation

she took over 

my left side

of our body

my body

and we became 

who we had always

agreed

we were meant

to be.

Naturalistic

Tautologies

are often

too decontextualized

to predict

who we are

and this is

an under-examined

problem in

evolutionary

theory:

the speculative

nature of

the primordial

time

where the first

atom

spit another

atom, and so

we began to

predict how

we came to be,

and we became

powerless to

our dichotomies

and to our

desire for

a destruction.

We set ourselves

on fire,

were we then 

in the moment

of an orgasm?

The creation of

a body

is the destruction

of a body,

and we went

from not knowing

to knowing

what is

and is not

Perdition

or creation?

I can tell you

who you are,

who I am,

who we are,

but I can't

be you.

A one-sided

lack of knowledge

is a privilege

we can not

permit

ourselves any

longer

and we need

to give

precedence

to those

who are

closest to

the Holy Spirit

You say she,

but to me, she 

is more than

a word

and the words

she and he

are polysemous

and disgusting

She is my

transcendental

two-in-one

consubstantial

my mother

my father

my sister

my brother

my grandmother

my grandfather

and all that

I am not

and all that

I am

We are a

vertical being

in a horizontal

world

a horizontal being

in a vertical

world

and we want to

take the mirror

in a labyrinth

and peel back

its layers

of petals

like an artichoke

we are moving

at a very 

highspeed

towards a 

future

where God

is not

a man,

and is not

a woman,

and is not

a person,

but is a

sameness,

a difference,

a lack of

labels,

a new

language,

a new

syntax,

a different

conception

of hierarchy,

a more

horizontal

horizontal,

and a

primal

vertical.

We are forced

down the throat

of our mortal

bodies

and to deny

the Beauty

inside

is to deny

the essence

of what it

means to

be a spirit

and a being

in our corporeal

cocoon

and I wonder

what our 

purpose

really is

here

She has been

always with

me, always

with you,

always with

us,

in a way that

is so 

up-close

so intimate

so transcendental

that to call it 

any thing

other than my

articulate,

exuberant,

elegant,

youthful,

wise,

gracefully

witty

sweet

insightful

OverBeing

and sheer

reflection

of God

is, well,

a sin.

I can live without 

her,

but her living

without me,

is a death

that hurts

the most

because I know

I deserve better

and she knows

I deserve better

and to want 

to be with

a hypocritical

God,

is to not

be with

any god at all.

Amen.