there was a sadness in my heart
when i mixed water and earth and discovered life
and a gentle longing
when i ordered air to become motion
there was a weeping when i found void
by breaking air into nothing
a vacuum and i was despair
and when i brought light by air and fire
and darkness by light and void
there was mourning and there were redenned eyes
by combining these things i found love and life
and i ordered fire and it became energy
and with that, potential for the unknown
and i brought void and potential together
and magic was born
or revealed
and darkness and void brought the unknown
and with motion and life i discovered beast
and
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joust, fair knight of butts
stasis is freedom from
a certain level of uncertainty
and i certify that if i
know the truth that
ruth is better than ruthless
let's skip the formality
and grace everyone with a cup of tea
that way they'll know it's me
or at least the part of me that we want to see
my game has gone weak this year
over fifty-two times and it hasn't even begun
i hear you but I'm not here
I've lost friends
and I'm winning callouses
the black sun rises and casts its shadow
upon the blood red sky,
circular distrust spirals in waves--
wave after wave of suspicion shake tension
tension in the air as taut as dry sinews
ripped from the skeletal mass of my loved ones
tremendous swaths of billowing banshees
shake as shackles clatter and ring
twist, twist, twisting until their necks
snap!
and my arms land beside me
and skitter away on the train of disembodied hands
to where? the sun's penumbra carries that secret;
and the clouds move in the dark of day
before they fade and we are left thirsty yet again
dust lining our throats like sleeping ants
and their antennae move on in
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Brutal Eyelash Fluttering
I do not know Death
nor do I feel that I know Life.
why do I press forward in the pursuit of a comfortable lifestyle?
perhaps this part of my hospice is less inconvenient for others.
this is who I am:
conveniently myself.
perhaps I shall continue to await Death
if this planet is all I'll ever know
insufficient information plagues my mind (mixed with noise)
and I am left to make my own decision:
how will I love this instant of me,
caught for a moment in the path of Life?
I used to have a belief, a hope.
now I feel chained by freedom
with a will to do what I want
when I want
as long as I am convenient for others
while I await Death
boun
there's only one stairway to heaven
and it's a down-escalator
nevermind the ascension method
reserved for really cool people
every step I take up
I find myself thirty steps back
on a trip straight to hell
forget earth in between,
that's just where they keep my shell
this blight worm called despair
is wrapped around my back
and chewing through my neck
right into my speechthing
silencing me in public
forcing my face into a smilething
oh but my delight is so very, very unreal
convincing only the people that I need to maintain income
when I'd rather be off
this gilded escalator
and gone to paradise without needing the journey
this constan