| the complexities of the universe and the ejaculation of human life There is an ebony plane of nothingness. Infinite souls swim blindly through this black swirl of oblivion. They can't comprehend life. A tiny sphere of white light hides in the unending field of darkness. Unborn souls hover indifferently for eternity until, by chance, they touch the white light. When they do, a single soul is released in an explosion of coloured shards lasting only a second. There are only privileged people. |
| The villages puff smoke from their square chimneys As a deep blue haze permeates the sky Twelve coin stars cascading from the smiling clouds Falling over themselves to reach you TV screens march along with hordes of green slick spewing from between their white fingers I think I'm beginning to realise the truth Gelatine figure winks on your polished shoes A hollow head with little dwarves salvaging the scraps as they disembark from you Glow star flights Yellow eye streams and blue somnolence Sleepy beige smirks and airy skin Gently submerged in you forever |
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| Lugdunum whispers as the books shudder out of place Dipping away from me the consolation for anxiety I'll be right back, but you'll be gone I'll touch your spirit, but tear your soul We'll meet life together, and shake its warm hand It's all transparent and indifferent in the end |
| My love for you is trapped in an oubliette. tortured. bloodied. disfigured. and forgotten. |
| I have inconstant personalities that shift without my knowledge and for this i should apologise. |
| I have grown close to security. I never leave the house, always lock the doors, never speak, show emotion or look people in the eye and i have begun talking to myself. |