encased in wind. The desert sighs.
It longs for life but not for me,
for I have joined its vast debris.
In No Time we'll be as one
swept, dissolved under the sun,
too dispersed to be displaced,
too undefined to be effaced.
3/30/2025
thereupon the ceiling of the world
sits our callow god,
helplessly sovereign,
slackjawed & drooling sweet rain,
each jagged tooth in his idiot grin
a brilliant star in the void he calls home.
we look for him, we seek to worship,
every prayer a scam,
the holy pyramid scheme enlarges.
staring down into the earthly dunghill he's built,
the pointless games he's officiated,
unleashing fire and blood,
he rocks as he squats to shit,
muttering to himself
the song of all creation.
Philsophy of _____
the night stars cascade across the velvet sky
like a goblet of diamonds spilt by god on the dimensionless black curtain
that separates the earthen realm from the heavenly abyss
o, what stain!
seeing it all in its milky extravagance
atop these violet windswept dunes i'm overcome
by retroactive loss that blackens my past
my life has been so long
yet how will i ever finish it
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