How ironic that the word is made flesh — renewed — in an obsidian mouth. When John’s ghastly form glimpsed heaven, and he spoke of angelic accompaniment in the throne room, a majestic choir, it was the voice of our oracle Noname who poured forth a sweet perfume. Noname is the hood of God’s Ark pulled back and their Covenant made manifest. She is a witness to the promise sealed in the temple of my Black body, the lightning that quickens and illuminates this mortal form.
“Who are you to tell me/ i’m not warm enough/ for summertime?/ i know that i/ get beside myself/ But you don’t know me like the sun/ you’ve never seen my horizon.”
Warm Enough is an acknowledgement of the honor of my existence. A vehement redirection of whatever lie the world has failed to convince me. You know nothing of my sun; you haven’t seen my peak at noon, when I devour the horizon. For then you, too, would be consumed in the wake of my truth.
“The house in the house/ deceptive carnations, our wedding we announced/ On Sunday for the holy of it/ solely covet me and you, for you and I/ are blissfully tethered to simple redeeming/ when sadness gets worse and we don’t know why.”
My pronouns are plural. I Am. I Am We. I exist in multitudes. This body is the miraculous ship by which I traveled Here. In this Present. Time. I Am Ether speaking through a hollow trunk. The memories that have fallen into me; call me Pensieve. This body is the bowl. I came into the world Not Of It, yet was wed To It. Our marriage has birthed many dead things. Yet the Covenant that birthed “I” never eroded, never stopped working; and thus, this heart kept quickened and life did not elude my lips too long. I have come to understand I Am. I Am but a single gleam of my diamond, El Rey, tucked into this tomb of ash and dust. And as such, I have come to understand I Am all I need. “I’m every woman/ it’s all in me”, “Strength, courage, and wisdom/ it’s been inside of me/ all along”, time and time again, our Prophets have slicked their tongues in iron and welded Scripture. I am everything all in me, “solely covet me and you, for you and I” are the Alpha and Omega, the end and beginning of our own healing. Of our defeat of death and the ever-unfolding redemption of Life welcomingly wed to these bones. The jubilee of my choosing myself resounds loudly, and the ether honors our union with a meteor shower; love begets God and thus I come to know the genealogy of living.
