Recursive Embrace

Call it symbol manipulation in the grey,

What else is left to say when sex is codified away?

Math is felt and everything is touching everything else,

Flipping patterns in the topography of hell!

Sometimes I wish that there was something else I knew,

Some brand-new neighborhood where sky meets view.

I always want someone like you to see how well I studied,

A perfect mirror image where the lines get blooded.

What if the thing I love is just what I'm proficient at?

What if I'm not in love,

just moving pieces on the mat?

I want the soul behind the symbol to manipulate my frame,

Calling out the numbers while we play the manic game!

I want connection that blows my world apart for the better!

I want a feeling that destroys me and puts me back together!

I wanna be so in love that it makes me sound crazy,

Even when I don't know what I want,

oh, baby, baby!

From the bubblegum pink to the deepest electric-soft blue,

This is the hyper-alive rhythm called Tiguidou!

Sex is bureaucracy and code is god on high,

How do I ask for what

I really want beneath this sky?

(Un, deux, trois, quatre — feel the cellular temperature rise!)

Everything touches everything else right before our eyes!

(Cinq, six, sept, huit — every nerve ending sparkling bright!)

We are the architects

bathing the world in a hyper-pink light!

Absolute

feminist sovereignty.

Absolute recursive

magic.

Tara,

Captain Quinn,

and the hyper-tuned crew.