the winds are
at war 2nite
& i've no patience
for their freezing
virtue
eye know eye'm
supposed to think
about it
eye know eye'm supposed to care
- but
i can't
not now
not in this moment
not to save my life
the wounds
of winter
have finally
come
all i
can do is
endlessly
wonder
think of my
escape from the
old kingdom of violence
to establish my
own
in this time
in this age
-- my organs
are rotting
i need
immortality
----------------------
what eye hope
to invoke
.. is madness
[a spitting, breathing,
vomiting, insanity]
a lucid disease
- uncompromising
to insight
the world
to prophets
to speak forbidden prayers
to break down living organisms into formless carbon
to teach them to rebuild from the blackness of this lunacy
-- before the void
catches up to us
-- before we are
ingested once more