Dead Modem

Rip me from the womb unborn
And toss me moist and naked screaming
Into a nest of stinging scorpions
Free me from my flesh tormented
In miniscule, envenomed tortures.

Swab with salves my ruined body
Scrape away my weeping boils
And renew my tattered remnant
Force me into new environs
Expunged of flaccid indolence.

Forged from some new alchemy
Of hermetic arcane wisdom
I emerge free of accretions
My ruthlessness conspicuous
And all my cumbersome attachments
Castings of small vanities.

I float above my old companions
Anomalous and atmospheric
Crawling in and out of pockets
Whispering conspiracies
With spiritual ventriloquism.

Enveloping my lover sleeping
I am firm, substantial moment
Breathing in his exhalations
I am pierced beyond redemption
I dissolve, become base matter.