Our origins of species dwell
in drafts as deep as dipoles;
well, to remodel the old
roles we have got to
wake the sharks by
shocking bamboo.

While at their base they
lay in vain in basic

Our mere existence – mute and
masked – a parody on riddles;
well, to ink and mate in
fiddles any trick is true
and tender through an
abstinence of gender.

Our genius, our species
self-helps deformed

An immaculate conception.

M.J.C.A. 10-31-2005