the elements

• the elements
  
  you must do battle with eros
  i am more worried about space, pressed for details
  collapsed in chaos with my sword holding up the sky the girl said
  they cared not for love lying ever that they loved but
  
  i your leader wounded in gender and bleeding
  for
  eros fought it away from my true beginning as now.
  
  always climbing that hill in several ways.
  one goes past the baptist church and through the ugly
  trees, houses i only visualize in dreams
  you have no right to pursue me to my origins man
  as bipolar as the one candidate, forgettable
  as the other. we once lived in a postwar barracks blue
  heated by a black stove of assumptions
  eros a youth admits no equal; aphrodite the slut;
  chaos is whom i admire that keeps forgetting
  love in favor of this terrible mixity
  i am
  for example... these poems. out of the pre-beginning
  
  a different beauty. they want you to confess
  something like in church, that a man will
  save you.
  but
  i am
  your leader savior and poet
  i am
  your general out of the desert thee
  most ardent void precursor of love
  eros approaches again not the man but quality
  sculpted genitals a rush with the words
  of unreason: i will never die. which i is i
  if i can remain chaotic i'll tell you who you are
  
  that you've never anticipated, but know
  the only one. without a thing. to be is not
  to have; nor to belong; nor to have been born.
  you are not the child of earth. beauty still thy name.