Eyes strain for stereognosis
as pus is draining from the lips.
my hands are resting on your hips.
Dust scatters in the wind
as if in disjuntion of twins.
No matter what happens
the world will continue to spin.
Have you ever felt this weight
upon your iconoclastic fate?
Everything is screaming for hate.
Dust scatters in the wind
as if in disjunction of twins.
No matter what happens
The world will continue to spin.
Crisp, arctic, and desolate.
Inside a mind's sky's blue
I have always, forever, sat
Meditating on the truth.
Consumation has been made vast enough
that it is no longer a size, but rate of expansion.
An underwater spiritual flame almost snuffed
has forgotten the chewing of their attention.
It's here.
The light
endeared.
I see it.
It lives.
It's fit.
My own footsteps; like a funeral procession.
My thoughs; like everyone's unatoned obsessions.
My soul; like fire. The fire of hell... the sun...
Dust scatters in the wind
as if in disjunction of twins.
Nothing can happen that won't
disgust me. Fucking humans. |
Submission Name: Negation
