ORISON AT 4 AM (WHEN MY MA'S NOT LOOKING)

i have devoured
the Mankind's handicraft
as one entity,
and deity,
rudimentary art
is all i've got

the demon
is dancing derisively,
pixie-led movement,
while i, too, pixilated
of desiring
the Goddess' corollas
to be fused with i,
i, who long for
the nosedived petals (perpetuity)—
the white (erudition), and the pink ones (erudition)
the splotched ones (erudition) —
the cherry blossoms (seduction)

o God (my Cacodemon), i'd prove
the transience of life (perpetuity)
just to have them
to visit,
coalesce,
redeem myself (i’ll grant thee)
from my hunger (my menorrhea)
(unsinful blood)

the Goddess
of this bewitching, transient life
accede me
through my lukewarm tea,
my braided hair,
my jacket pockets,
and other paraphernalia
i need to,
i need to,
please God (my Cacodemon),
bind me with
your strongest
departed Goddess (—i)
my searing inamorato (myself),
i sing this orison as mnemonic
when my Ma's looking at me.

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Bella Riza, 25, Indonesia ✯ IG: @hbellariza

“An infinitesimal star-stuff.”