This one ripped a hole in space-time, and she took everyone she knew with her. they could watch her roll down a hill like a seven year old, and laugh. as if to say cognitive dissonance is natural. after a certain age, who can tell where hypnosis and knowing are different? the border wall between pain and joy is obliterated by the act of experience. this realization enacts itself as an addition to a conscious bias, in which we all take pride.
To say that you know beauty, is to say that you know the feelings of a brick wall. that is where the claws come in. they are ripping away at your loose lipped torso, and lusting over every solitary millisecond. like any good christian, muslim, jew, buddhist, agnostic, we wonder what these little fragments are.
Will this make me feel any better, any worse? if pouring your heart out was the name of the game, the suicides would be pope. so we must sit around. harness anger and use it to observe the things that oppose it. such as instant love, or hate. such as silhouetted and budding trees against a dark blue sky. such as died hair in the bright winter sun, the color of wine and crushed pills.
Bladder as a brewing storm, coughing into the wind.i see you as all existence sees me. as if a sore shoulder passes with an awkward twist. like a poked out eyeball at the scene of a homicide. every single color. the intelligent head of every lost spectrum. death of the soul. birth of sight.
at last may my head rest.
thank you for all of this
my dear, beloved empty skull in the sky
thank you for half a spinal chord
and for the power to rip it out