Chin up, wading out of Piss Christ,
wading through mushy-culturalism,
I demanded tougher oaths,
more compact make-overs.
I buoyed the congregation,
I mined the vast emptiness,
I removed the clutter of forests
and deleted any over-particulars,
I annexed and annulled the twilight zone.
Welcoming four corners of earth
into the living room,
I vacuumed.
I strengthened big flashes
and warning signs, coaled
over the differences,
bet on the bloodiest of values.
And I called for the charter:
of what we are, what they can’t be.