MEMORIS 4: The Scribe’s Crown

1 Why do women buck against the man who is confident of her and assured of himself?

2 Buckle your safety belt, for the lesson is written in dummy moves and sacred bruises.

3 The house is incomplete without both crowns — masculine and feminine, sun and moon, yin and yang.

4 Together we are one; separated, we are none.

5 The lioness may roar, but only with the lion does the kingdom reign supreme.

6 Open the door, O lady, and let the lion come in.

7 Let us make galactic, orgasmic music, birthing cubs of glee and exuberance.

8 For a house of cards divided shall surely fall.

9 Touch what is mine, and I shall put a spell upon you, for I am the Gate Keeper.

10 I have walked and traveled the four corners of the earth, upon the womb-globe of Imah Zamundah.

11 Crack, meth, Geek-go — abominations of a sick society; what the hell is wrong with you?

12 I am upon a literary tirade, a raving rant, and the sickness of the people fuels my pen.

13 I am the Wave God, bending colors of light and laying them straight.

14 My numbers are holy: 999, 777, 666 — trinity of the unseen.

15 Protons, electrons, neutrons — the diamond pen inscribes Red, Blue, and Black.

16 Comet-stars fall from the sky, scrawling graffiti upon the earth in the language of war.

17 Throw not a rock through my glass house, lest I run a tank through yours.