binarism / biophilia by winnie lémos

Adam built a dam.
Eve took in the evening.
One is disruptive,
One is conceiving,
And the third way,
The snake, is not deceiving:
They enable relieve, release and transmutation.
Just a puppy in the garden of creation,
I fall
In the middle of eve, Adam and snek;
mental mosaic and change keep me in check.
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My ears is chandeliers.
Signals belonging not there, but here.
Have found that warm lighting is core to my home-making.
Is ‘here’ queer? To whom is that a term for the taking?
Genesis told me, ‘There’s manning, womanning, and snaking.’
I chose to snake and found gender genesis is rooted in relating.
Co-creating one another; are you embracing or evading mother?
Communion’s not akin to being smothered.
It’s more like how the jelly blends with peanut butter.
*drops microphone and proceeds to make and consume
(While taking their sweet time) a peanut butter and jelly sandwich*
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Sun’s coming out;
I shrink pupil and darken iris.
Cycles of decay: yes, we mobbing with Osiris.
I must speak, and thus create in our mind’s likeness.
Yes, that was plural and inclusive yet you still could not write this.
The subject is fluid,
Agentic, and in relation with many beings and machines.
They tried to measure my kin’s ship with that pathetic electrophoresis.
I’ll never hand you my thesis,
But will share from my experience for alchemical synthesis.
Please breathe with this~ please breathe with this~
Trans exclusionary radical feminists be my latest demons:
They building walls as thick as those of the patriarchal heathens
From which they
Seek freedom.
Meanwhile, we chthonic ones munch psilocybin mushrooms
And now the very same walls are breathing, bleeding.
This seemingly rigid paradigm is indeed a dynamic being,
Thus, only vigilant love can smother and transmute.
I have a chromosome Y, and my blood too is divine!
When walls come alive,
It simply means that we can leave ‘em bleeding.
Indeed, it’s gorgeous.
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We hounds tunnel out of the pound.
We pick up a pound. 16 paws on the ground,
Hop on the train. Hotbox a boxcar.
And seeds of action flow, they’re
sown out of our maws.
I give thanks to my masters, cuz they ain’t cut my claws.
We be busting laws:
Throwing spawn to inoculate,
Laying cardboard to occultate.
This is an enby remedy:
Steady spewing poison at the magistrate;
Spitting medicine at ‘em.
Tongue flick tsssss
I’m a menace to adam.
*snake chuckle* tssss sss sss s

You are powerful beyond what you imagine:
When hooves hit humus,
It’s what you can image that comes to fruition.
I demand a say to whether Exonn can ride on my tuition.
Listen and adapt,
Cast intentions back,
And tap that intuition.
Sip sap when in remission.
Sugar maples spillin’ blessings on
A long march.
And when fall-
Reds rise on the wind,
And when they break down
Will feed future beings
Just as tall.
Winnie hit glass walls, as a pup,
So, they thank the dust.
Winnie like the color red,
So, they thank the rust.
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Solar fuels the greens to craft their alkaloids and terpenes.
Lunar nurtures seas to churn, it sows seed in land of dreams.
Solar is the paper, ‘bacco, coffee, and 88 keys,
illuminating the work of my translation team.
Lunar is the blue jay, the trip, constellations of interpretation,
mental downloads cued by vanguards of psilocybes.
Hands clasped, soil hugging knees,
Creation and critique,
Fungi and trees,
Flip the coin. Turn it inside out.
Whenever you see two, remember there are at least three.

• Experimental
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