you go barefoot into
the temple

remember I told you
we'd meet at the gate

My poems became
new for you

Haunted by ourselves
all our Manhattan lives
(India times
Montreal nights)

Pune highs
(our ecstatic moment
at the center)

Another window
to reciprocate
Infinity

She was searching
From the inside

Forget about the
Chakras
And the third
Eye

It was more about
The earth and the
City
And the machines
of Freedom for her

She worshipped
the Warrior Goddess
and embodied her
Power

(Soft chaos of destruction
warm anarchy of
Creation)

Goddess of New York
(she found me)

Your children are
dancing

Your music is
overflowing its
cup

I never felt
so beautiful

and I can smell
the piss in the streets

and I love it cuz
it means I'm here

in my city.