I've been feelin' like my
grandmother
about to explode
quiet as a lamb
gentle as the
first day of creation
I say yes to
everything
all that comes my way
yes to
forever & nowhere
everybody, everything & zero
yes to suffering with style
yes to all the holy malice of the day
yes to sun & moon broken up apocalypse

I have seen the human craters
absolving into fear pollution
pointed eyes
fearful w/ known suspicions
eyes full of disorder
far from freedom's glance
it' simple
here is where you strike
here is how you wound
the most easily observable
point of entry
is the way home
end the pointless suffering
take up
arms against arms against
all the
rows of rows of rows of

I got my powers
you got yours too
I am incapacitated
neck broke & delusional
I see all my dreams come true
how about you?

I am unfit
I am always winning
I am sour and taken into
strange abandoned factories
played out trumpet-songs
bring me to the place of no surrender
I am lone-born
son of man
father of none
made to taste the grey and pointed sky

I heard grandma's
endless soliloquy
spoken in the dark
nothing
nowhere
quiet as a lamb
besides, she had a good husband
I am watching light gather
volleyed off the mirrored room
spun into some strange flesh

I am all that's coming
all that was & nothing
nowhere