Friday, May 15, 2015


Stained by needless conflict
lowered into the grave
          by one's own manufacture
      primed and shining to elsewhere
           one's core noxious, uninvented

One out of many soars, plummets
            and dangles
 with that leer on its mouth,
     becomes a he, becomes myself
  wasting time in flesh.

  Orbs of rioting color
         new worlds eat the air
                        like fuck.

   Chasms of midair erupt
        with shivers of kept light,
             shat light, bright light
                and bought light.

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