Our Pecking Order

Our Pecking Order

There is
that moment

when the form
so fully
and perfectly
fits the function
of its aesthetic

that the true
function
seems
to have been
"fit" alone,

a lucky
topology,

that sense
that orgasm
is a union
of self-dominance
and self-submission,

and that
the entire universe
proves this true
as we backstep
into the malaise,

as we saunter
elliptically lost,
only barely bearing
that this
is the page

we are presently
writing.