Christed Woman Flesh of Carnage

atrocities
of desperate
wickedness spreading
jesus as a cottage industry,

missing parts
and inventing extreme
falsities releasing the zipper
to Flesh of Carnage to change
an event that will never happen
but will change discourse, phallus
intercourse, semenology, and Gaia,

I am fire
they give me
nods "go ahead"
they say, "you know The Wheel,"

stone green
and beer wheat yellow,
the Christed woman I bring
to Light I am the Pleiadean Zane Grey
New Rider of the Purple Sage, the pole star
who nailed the corral to the land and fixed the
broken boards sun-bleach raped with gray stains, 

mentioned
three times in
scripture, Pleiades;
we are gravitationally
bound together, sexual
nebulosity feeling in each
other the clitoral tug, freeing
our vocal cords in cosmic octave
hymns, orgasms exceeding far above
the norm,

pasture in the rough
has seen a spirited revival -
old name of the Yucatan; Mayapan,
so in the name of new consciousness
without religious position to insure the survival
of gene pools without corruption, the dark ones
who refuse to give up the ships, we will break the
power, we have come with the lightworker agenda,
feel our vibratory signature; the big hum of cosmic om,
transcendence from religious depravity and chaos to spiritual
sexuality.

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist