black sun rising behind a pair of bone white pyramids

i don't know why i keep seeing this

the urge to thread my absurd dreams into the naked normal
is overwhelming
and yet
every single morning i dig graves for them behind my eyes

black sun setting
golden sand turned into a mirror meant for the grinning gods
of frenzied denizens of some dim and distant existence

my conviction has always slipped through my fingers

eater of worlds
beseecher of ends hell bent on getting new skin to kick rocks in
constant
unconscious
mach speed
god needs to ******* back to his rabbit out the satin magic act *******
full clips
cool kids pulling
cooler patterns to be enraptured with
slap-dash
dash away faster and faster and faster

heat death

we need silence in each and every vestibule

we seek death like a cheap ticket to a free event we know we wont even show up for

donation boxes overflowing with halfhearted suggestions
futures trading
praise be to praise be to praise be to praise be to
be to
be to
be you
be folklore
be old warrants served to bones beneath floorboards
go towards the morning as well as from where the dirges are drifting out of

incense smoke
the glow of a tv
white noise
no
you know you wont need me
ill float away hoping to find a bright void to anoint with dream-speak
en route to a deep dissent i intend to rent to tourists

you know

for the full experience