Matterless

I announced to a plethora of matters-

Dark, black, grey, matterless that,

That my friends, this is only ridiculous

if the auditorium of space remains jaded

as for the cunts out there, it is a matter of redness

and shy pinkness

but what good does it make of,

if the auditorium is not entertained in.

You call upon your wives –

devour them as they mention in science

but I can categorically classify your act

which means something more than wholeness,

maybe it is about that candid chat

you had with the universal Gods

or the fixation of that universal hard disk

which says it wants another big bang

or I assume it is maybe only you devouring

your lovely wife whose robe

you wanted to sulk in

till the time you lose the certainty of the time

which being so starry keeps on floating

and floating,

writing a distinguished, secret piece of a malign history.