constellate cogitate


I was a star caught in the slight tears
of a mourning universe
no one liked his black face
they adored him only when they could see
his nipples and his waist
to the question of his phallus
they conspired to constellate it within some bondage
and when he became a woman
his breast planets were made to fulfill jiggle fetish
and from this tear I flung out as a generous comet
who mated with a planet
and became a moon on some distant galaxy

and what planet did I orbit you ask?
the soul-cognito of my own birth.—

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