of ages

 

Let us compose the symphony

of betrayal, and deception, and lust

of carnage and combat and consequence

In some neo-classical tryst

where the voices of cacophony are drowned out in a timeless sound

mesmerized in the transcendence

of what it means to be carnal and sublime

I don’t have to know things

I just have to get there.

Lay them down like extinguishing candles

Outlast them as they cower in the storm

Making them weak as I grow stronger

Soaking up torrents

As roots grappling the ruins of religion

As an acropolis of rage

We erupt of the cultural nexus

Drawn from an empire of nothingness

How clearly I awaken to this theater

Its actors and players all enchanting

as an emergent viscerality

I envision them consumed

as falling ones and zeroes

deleted from the script of existence

let us dance the dance

where artillery and explosives

lay waste to perceptions of structure and purpose

where they are lost in the woods,   

 make no mistake

the weapon and I are one—
we are the waltz and the warfare
I am the dream of the future


earned as if bleeding venom

words in smeared in blood

I’m not trying to hurt your body

I have come to take everything—

& in this reality…

Of power and photons

Everything is relative.

Let us fight the fight

Psychic warfare

the tetraploids

At my disposal

mutants of man and grace

that speak

in dimension—

my dimension—

my planet.

In spheres of petty human aggression.

Fragile Anger

the sizzle of a tattooing needle

Sewing us into this

In ink and words and language
we are the nexsi

we design of the future.