Wednesday, April 20, 2016

excetera excetera

deep house
Darkweb demons.
Hades underworld
Fusion incarnate
As fabric and fleece and technology
Vehement in reverberation
Vengeant with implication
Caveat upon caveat
this trial penumbra
the facets of this sequence
the epsilon of my reasons
I need to awaken
Surface the eternal
shed the fabric
While the dream still persists
with chisel and synthesis
rhystic and clear
breaching the unknowable
as science and excellence
embroidered as sequins to silk
caviar and cunning
an aesthetic I cannot share
they whisper divisively
upon the gross
upon this land
from the sky
by the fist
sizzling concrete
cooking our world alive
as a crustacean shrieking from its carapace
one final time
as we are to be shed,
belligerently and incrementally
leaving me devoid of empathy
disappointingly the serendipity
rendered casually and quickly
this rhetorical telepathy
communicating so deftly
none go as thin
in those thin places
where the wind of the void
pulls at you
always inwardly
dragging you asunder
within the tension
of holding on and letting go
there is an aspect
that anchors
the facets of this terrain
some tale of context and containment
of a scale so vast it must be seen through time
to give the time of proliferation
to be used as a cats cradle
warp the spacetime
pull thought into reality
bending the nexus to my needs
it is curiosity
deeply I wish to know
as there is something
in fruitless discoveries
assertions in this decadence
taste the hedonism
eclipsing the smaller creatures
dissecting the constructs
as a grimoire
calling out sorceries
into the eye of a storm
there is a part of me that is disinterested
there is this part of me that is searching
there is a part of me that is preoccupied
and there is a part of me that isn't really there at all.

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