my self : the muse

Month: February, 2012

from here

don’t go on

searching

cause is retribution

at best

abandoned

for embodied chaos

 

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fawg

promiscuous vanity
scorns admiration
shame and resentment
left alone in the lethargy
of failed comprehension

heir

curled to porcelain
retching, wretched
ten years past
I’d be here on purpose
tonight
maybe I am again
romancing the virus
and its sweet song
— impermanence

in time

in time

movement and striving

I becoming it becoming thou

in time

possession and dominance

errands driving on

slaves to knowledge

we wander the world

never just in time

we find ourselves

only in the end

out of it

mites

mind’s itchy corners

scattered

sticking

faint and linger

overblown

arguing untimely

and inconclusive

as usual

standing at an open door