Your New Religion

 
It’s already happening
upon the altar,
your new religion—
indelible, a night’s
godless, endless torment
repeated,
of fractured piercings
of flesh and bone
repeated,
of spirit and sex
and spirituality,
shattering brain mazes
of deep,
emptying thought,
blooded iris ties
broken, uncapsuled,
spilling forth
corpuscles
that gridlock all
free-flowing dystopia,
towards that which
awaits your
vacant,
hypo’ed,
newly exposed
rosy-pink compliance,
surrender—
that you are never
meant
to recognize.