LavĂnia
plalace
- Feb 19, 2024
- 167
Aimlessly, I perform acrobatics.
Repeated illnesses - falling from eagles
In diffusion. Gold of crowns
Of iron, the thorn opens ropes.
Suffocates, satiates funeral frames,
barks a great act, two thirds.
Bubbling, fragmented
Pebbles. Claws bathed
In pitch - they dream of clarity.
Everything here repudiates me. Everything moves away.
Nothing truly touches.
My hands stick to the ground.
My feet stick to the sky.
I'm trapped here, sticky, clinging sand.
This corrupting air is not innocent.
This air kisses others, and still wants me?
By what right? It's bringing other souls.
It's bringing other souls into me.
I am more than one. The air has another self.
I avoid showing my teeth.
They grind, they have a strange taste. Golden as wheat, and riddled with holes.
I wash them with souls. I consume souls.
I bite the dormant will.
I tear at the specter of truth.
I chew at the essence of being.
My teeth break, more and more.
I pull out my teeth, they all fall out.
Freedom!
There are sparks of escape, I am not a pastor!
I am an orator, the one who spits.
I no longer have teeth!
I no longer have The Fixed One!
The Fixed One died!
The Fixed One was sacrificed!
His remains were seasoned!
His marrow became liquor, a gift to his children!
His meninges contact lenses! See the world!
His ovary was chopped—appetizers!
His exquisite sweet eyes!
His blood vessels a beautiful basket of fruit!
May the plague of the lack of plagues rise no more!
May it no longer have strength!
May the Unequal grow!
May it feed, tear, and devour its peers!
There are no peers!
Lies! Lies! Lies!
Repeated illnesses - falling from eagles
In diffusion. Gold of crowns
Of iron, the thorn opens ropes.
Suffocates, satiates funeral frames,
barks a great act, two thirds.
Bubbling, fragmented
Pebbles. Claws bathed
In pitch - they dream of clarity.
Everything here repudiates me. Everything moves away.
Nothing truly touches.
My hands stick to the ground.
My feet stick to the sky.
I'm trapped here, sticky, clinging sand.
This corrupting air is not innocent.
This air kisses others, and still wants me?
By what right? It's bringing other souls.
It's bringing other souls into me.
I am more than one. The air has another self.
I avoid showing my teeth.
They grind, they have a strange taste. Golden as wheat, and riddled with holes.
I wash them with souls. I consume souls.
I bite the dormant will.
I tear at the specter of truth.
I chew at the essence of being.
My teeth break, more and more.
I pull out my teeth, they all fall out.
Freedom!
There are sparks of escape, I am not a pastor!
I am an orator, the one who spits.
I no longer have teeth!
I no longer have The Fixed One!
The Fixed One died!
The Fixed One was sacrificed!
His remains were seasoned!
His marrow became liquor, a gift to his children!
His meninges contact lenses! See the world!
His ovary was chopped—appetizers!
His exquisite sweet eyes!
His blood vessels a beautiful basket of fruit!
May the plague of the lack of plagues rise no more!
May it no longer have strength!
May the Unequal grow!
May it feed, tear, and devour its peers!
There are no peers!
Lies! Lies! Lies!
