PAL M T RE E S

Adora Williams
 Root

I’m dying for any emotion to

Take over me and end this stupor

Hail the fourth dimension! Legs open,

Bodies come and go, Golden halo
hangs and round
Round it accesses me there
 Trunk

The thrill, the disgust

The cum, the scum, the sense of self

That sense of self! The joy and the

rage
It brings itself onto me, it leaves me
physically tired
And poetry becomes a coup de grace
 Inflorescence

It helicoids from do and la, a cross-

over scale
Three notes for each couple of legs
played

The human that comes out from a

flower
Beyond the process of flowering
And the songwriting is complete
 Crownshaft

Oomph! The new age, children of

The Arcturian Revolution

The comeback of the old gods

Orgies, dead bodies that won’t matter
A cult to invisibility, souls will live
forever
 Crown

My words emotional: Joie de vivre!

Weep from laughter, the fourth di-
mension

Activate my merkaba, tetrahedron re-

volving
Faster faster, point the zest into my
legs wide open
Take my soul to a family of stars
 Frond

Bring the sophomore reality

In an embrace, in the touch, in an or-
gasm

A better one, of bodies trying to cease

duality
The inner reality from the golden halo
of illuminated
Angels, demons and poets