Khar-Toba Surges Through My Veins
Make me a hyperspace gate
of pure, powerful, uberpotent flame:
whatever goes through me
can never ever be retamed.
Whatever knows itself through me
will never have to be renamed.
Whatever sees itself so free
will never have to be reclaimed
because it will already be
repaid in kind.
It will dance the night away
and you will finally find
that you are alive, in a way
in the best kind of way:
hierosa, and kadmang, and not afraid to say
I am alive.
I am okay.
I am living life
in harmony with the deathless
in purity with the truly sinless
as one with all of new Sundaland,
sun-soaked in the stars:
fully, vociferously fearless.
This is what it means to truly be forerunner:
Kristang and creole, and polymathically peerless.
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