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a loss
03:52
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a lurid feeling is all i know i have
a grain of sand that can not make glass
a disease that bites deep, latches on and preys
what is revealed in dreams is primarily the being of instinct
"being" may be said to return in it's dreams to a state of nature
The less one's mind has been invaded by acquired ideas the more it stays drunk in dreams by impulses of a perverse stature
Maybe in the solace of an imaginary savior a being can find the hope to go on. Humanity is a strong as a fraying rope, the world is not a beautiful place.
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a cadence hum
02:17
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vile eyes circling on their axes
fall upon a sepulcher vacant
and in this space is providence
a dour shell, in which to rest
and in this space is providence
misguided aims kept stowed away
my mind sequesters the feet from my fears
i’m left then to bask under an ominous weight
why contact that suspicion in my ribcage?
why conceal my unwavering indifference?
how succinct is a sigh as a signpost
what’s revealed in defending my consternation
to your dead god, mouthing dirges, in a choir,
while my anguish, saunters onward
by contrast your cadence hums eternal, gives false hope
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a disconnect
05:08
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ill intentioned
its in your body’s language
wry and languid
untethered to any land
a porous substrate
absorbs its reckoning
from its company
but what if i’m too closed in?
like a quilt cannot deny
the fabric of its being
i still resuscitate
the latent things I malign
so I keep my face in my hands
buried in nothing
exist in isolation
proffer efficacy
hinged sidewalk strips the fire from my blood
and we killed him for the skin above his eyes to map this decaying city
quiet is when no brother lies and no one congregates outside their respective safe zones
I don’t want calm
I don’t want quiet
Everything is pain
Ruins tattooed sideways shine in darkness
so use my name as a turn-key, as a prophecy
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