[Variation 2.01] + [Variation 2.02]

"We philosophize out of need for our own redemption."
~Fichte 

"Simplifying to the extreme, I define Will Evans as incredulity toward metanarratives. . . .  To the obsolescence of the metanarrative apparatus of legitimation corresponds, most notably, the crisis of metaphysical philosophy in his poetic form as formlessness itself. . . ."
~Jean-François Lyotard (Trs. G. Bennington & B. Massumi.)

Leveled [Variation 2.02: de-constructed]

Wanting you, safflower and sun

            we  lovers again

distant ought-6

 
    to moons * Orion's belt disintegrating

 you       whiten my brow

            (sliding through velvet curtain)
 

arches and wet ripples longing

            we

feeling erratic as reflexions, locked

deranged star-dust

deranged

           me

sounding chimes soft rain and

killer pesticide

homicidal tendencies turning lust

upon lust of action

hips raise

            you

skin drenched, sweat streaming

            me

out of orbit skin-shed

head without motion      action

distant arousal, aroma, colognes,

            of phantom lungs scream

            you

dirty lover bleat nail prick

sundered head, sauna heat

            you

            me

            frantic, fluid, flow

deliverance leveled drive

            I

can't love you lobed again

thanks gasping for air,

                                    ,silent screams,

the blossoms xylophoned, soaked

a casket     on a pyre

            our

sun collapse

that's how apocalypse feels

in

            my/our/your

flesh

            I

wish dark visions

            I

          you

glides Grecian, elliptic curving

 (Glistening Thrusting Filling)

Soaking yearning petals

silk sunflowers in the window

            I

know the ones left on

            my

doorstep         Orion's belt

and danced home.