lightning flashes
blue veins, illuminated sky
seeing the world as it is
organic, epidermis of the mind's eye
thunder is a muscle
twitching as the demiurge dies
pellucid skin—
I—
revealing heaven's bones—
know—
the universe is empty
we are on our own

crepuscular predation
**** the waning sun
weakest of the herd of stars
its luminance is almost done

tell me why the daises sing
they've no minds
and their bodies are decomposing
they've not souls
and winter is coming
tell me why
they are so happy all the time
am i also meant—
listen!
(their song is not a song of joy)
listen!
(their song is a lament)

the mountains rebel
       rising up against the earth
anti-gravity

life is time borrowed
a wheat field softer than fur
flows,          under the scythe

an oath—
broken by the
mouth, unspoken,
that spoke it, broken
not by word but by deeds,
kissing, and a marriage bleeds.

follow your dreams
     to where?
to the land of make-believe
     how long should i stay there?
forever, my friend
think positively, and you can
     make sleep the end?
indeed, and—
     dreaming, i can live anything!
yes, but:   we'll call it death then.