here I am again, whispering into the abysm. have you tried polymorphous sensuality? sex is on the way out...
Nothing
Nothing supports us
we cling to the dissipating past
we fall, drift, float
in the void motion is meaningless
(yet the light still flows)
Power wrought by a ghost
delivers sporadic bursts
an imposition to create
doomed to repeat, or doomed
to understand?
No answers in Science
no answers to satisfy
only lies to placate
dig deeper, give yourself to the dirt
blood, broken nails—an answer
Suffering is the beauty of screaming trees
where infinity and nothingness touch
where lovers find themselves in eternity
where Death finds Shame
Suffering has written all the holy names
This is where Heaven and Hell touch
that old married couple
with their wrinkled fingers
and tired countenances
like wine pouring from the wounds
into the wood
Bugs under the floorboards
attain complete transparency
nothing left to see
nothing but sparks as invisible gears grind
feel the heat, see the light
Nothing is behind them
This is our freedom
things move too slowly for insanity
deconstruct, reconstruct
build a palace from the rubble
merzbau, merzbau, merzbau
I am trash, you are trash
We cannot get any lower
Sink into yourself
Into your suppressed possibilities
We will make ourselves a new Garden
of silicon
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