together the macro-organism of boundless generations
composed of bipeds running from quick-counted strides.
You notice our appearance, how much we
of the frenetic and imperceptible rhythm of cells
are handed down primordial stories and songs.
Thus they narrate and sing inside me: bones of all men
as in her, the stars of all women. Certainly
we never penetrate, perhaps breast and vagina are
points of departure too distant from the penis
but the virilism of epochs and the feminism of years
are past, the golden playthings for proles.
Here and now it seems we can never share them equally:
equal possibility to increase explorers, together
as woman-man, different mysteries of the infinite Human Being.