III: Warp

Can you feel your body move?
Can you feel it crack and strain
against the force of insults?
This is a birth.

Does the old skin split against your side?
Let your long finger stroke the moistened itch.

This is the gate of birth,
the slow pain of beginning.
Slither out NOW wholly you and wholly new,
reviled and dangerous.

Sorrow is for beings who have never eaten dust.
Brothers! You were walked upon.
Sisters! Abandon trust.
The world belongs to those who sense its changes
like nerves that fret their fine lines on the skin.

Identify your enemies Inform your natural friends