foie gras

Somewhere in the spaces between expectation and reality

In carnal luxuries there is a tide of gain and loss

Moving against and within itself.

As a dynamo churning in pornographic thoughts

rendered to the triviality

there is an absence that lingers

and I see it more but ignore it better

in a way that words don’t explain

there is a rift within ephemerality

I am displeased by my short experience of time  

In a hurt that has since become confusion

Like a falling snow that obscures the impact we make

As if entering a nuanced duality

I dream of human carnage and alien technology

To awaken in confines of circumstance

Haunted by the ghosts of inadequacy

rites of spring

It is the nexus of these things

That must come together

In their time, in their way

As it is the rebirth that binds us

As we are all but fleeting beings,

wound as a whole that

struggle and survive

unraveling against time

we must rise in the rebirth of each fleeting moment

whole—

undaunted from the experience

as if it bears no weight to our soul

as if supporting a lie that makes it hurt any less

but I come to bear my scars with pride

as if they are armor that holds all my inner anger in place

where it comes out of the softest part of me

I feel it in every blossom

I hold it in every breath

And there is a place beyond words

Where I feel it as an extension of something more than myself.