the sky is most blue
when I stare into the clear
waters beneath her.
Am I really that unusual
if unusual people
exist all around the world.
When will I
stop being unusual
and accept my
When will my symmetries
to those of everyone
All that I hope for
is the unlikely realization
have begun a revolution;
A revolution that involves
my unusual self
realizing that I am
ultimately makes me
(because such absurd realizations
Yet with this revelation
remains the vile truth that
I shall become usual again.
At least I have begun the future,
and I am not stuck in the past
Blow to my head, I realize that
It may be my destiny.
Smack on my face, I realize that
It may be my reality.
Punch to my chest, I realize that
It may be my entirety.
Strike to my abdomen, I realize that
It may be my infinity.
Whack on my legs, I realize that
It could be gone.
It was actually She.
She was actually He.
He was actually I.
I was actually We.
We are Celestial Energy.
A knife has ploughed into my wrist,
tearing my veins like little blood-red strings.
A knife is maneuvering through my arteries
slicing and dicing like a butcher.
The tip of the blade has survived
the journey to the other side of my wrist
leaving a cavernous hole of flesh and mangled meat.
The knife is not done, it wants more flesh.
Blood is spurting onto the floor,
Morphing into a scenic red painting.
The blood looks like grape juice spilling out of
my straw of an artery.
Did you think that the knife was the slaughterer?
A hand is directing the knife.
A hand is training the knife to carve out
my mashed wrist into smuttier mesh.
The fountain of blood spraying around the room
is making me dizzy.
My ruby eyes follow the faint pathway of the hand
controlling the piercing blade;
up the forearm, round the elbow, along the shoulder,
till I can't look anymore. Why?
I'd be glaring into my own ruby red eyes,
— The End —