Wasn't a sound, but I heard,
wasn't a sight, yet I saw,
though I wasn't there
how, I never thought!
wasn't a word, or bird,
present or past ,
east or west,
presence
or absence
neither me
nor you
or anything.
everything
is
present
in consciousness.
**In nothingness
pervades,
consciousness
absolute,
as essence,
that
has no
names.
silence.

my face

is

soaked;



...each tear tastes like your lips

The zeros

Storm the forms adorned in the scorn of saints

Malformed in hate

headless in the taints of beasts

Beseech-ed

In the thrones of grief

Desynced

Inwardly seething the breeding of teething entities

Learning to breath in the bodies of butchers

Sent to me

Tempting me

As we may only, but gallantly trample the temples of turbulence, with the unrest of servants, tearing at the curtains of uncertainty

Certainly

Serenity's is to surrender to the satire of the cyclical rituals of daily habitual *******

Most of it

Will commit to auto correct

Show teeth and smile to the wild blue yonder, heaving bile in style, pondering the drugged and wordily wandering, of wedding rings, and how they are squandering the fonder things.

Fear mongering in mourning of the mornings.

uniforming

So the heart can sing

And I feel the abyss in all that is

Cannot dismiss the list of pits

In my gut

As i strut my luck

And wish

On the sick sedatives of my sicknesses

And in the shady masquerades of my accolades of disobedience.

Its killing you, even if you don't believe in it