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Dreamshining

Poesia sunyaxah / Dreamshining poem

you who envy my deaths

By kevin martens wong zhi qiang

 

originally published thursday, 17 april 2025

on tigri sa chang

Koitadu | Content warning

Please first read about my writing in the Skribadorang or Writing section on the Igleza page here before reading the piece below so you have advance warning about the rather spicy things that I often like to write about, and why I choose to write about them, especially in terms of subverting unhealthy stereotypes about gay people, Kristang people, Creole people, Indigenous people, masculinity, neurodivergence, the body, healthy forms of attraction and sexuality, and using my writing to process the severe individual, collective and inter-generational trauma and abuse I have faced across my life. Please also first read about the Kristang Creole/Indigenous practice of sunyaxah or dreamshining that this poem is an example of in the Sunyaxadorang or Dreamshining section on the Igleza page here before viewing the text and image below.

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Korpupintura ja fazeh na Kintafera, 17 Paskras 2025

Body picture taken Thursday, 17 April 2025

I am made only of the brashest certainty that I write these words
for the might of hell

to be once again unleashed onto me;

for I do well

knowing that I exist in only the most sublime states of creole-Indigenous

uncertainty. Keeping all of the ways you drove yourself to

ugly, anti-democratic heresy

concealed within these eight dreaming eyes

and infinite, endlessly self-healing skin. When I died

to myself, I noticed that you still had yet to give

yourself a purpose that could give you some clarity

​and a chance to be more than an endless, recursive assertion

that you yourself

are made of nothing

but sin.

Disgust.

Pestilence.

Despair.

You open yourself to the light

and then fall apart in blinding, self-induced hyperluminal screaming neurotypical spite

for knowing that

there is nothing

and no one

actually there.

That you have never even come close

to seeing your real, authentic self clearly

much less

in your own

underwear.

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