We Are All Undesireables

I dream of an intellectual destroyer of evidence.
She makes love like a miracle.
She finds the weak points, the lines of force.
She’ll divorce herself from the present.
She’ll kiss like a despot and drive like a hero.
I dream of an intellectual destroy of univeralities.
I dream of a destroyer of intelligentsia.
We’ve never seen tomorrow because she is too attached to destroying the present.