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I Home inside the house of the lording a frenzied pumping play. Within the colander pouring the mold— an altar of fetid sacrifice and perfumed devotion. My personal Pentecost (conversion out of form) My feats are handed to me far ahead of my own devices. Filling it up Faster! Filling Faster! Draining filling faster filling! faster faster! Violet lids are locked open in a rose colored stare of thorns. Puddles form opaque and uneasy across the floor. Ripples flex and bend- a taste of lavender sweat and kisses washes across my tongue the flavors coagulate obscenely stirring thirsty petitions for more II The sunlight slits its way through the shutter to rest upon the floor. It strolls languidly across the breadth of the room defying perception with a cadence that patiently consumes the afternoon Within the anxious minutes struggle to keep pace III Speaking with the tongues of omens and devils Love is nothing and I am less Charity is the anchor and compassion the straight-jacket Lies! Lies! Memory is privy to the cure. I am up to my ankles in defeat Wading through my room in shackles a supine sense of clemency bends my knees in prayer Mercy! Mercy! Mercy- for the barbarians and schemers and those who long for sleep for the bleeders and the healers and the **** crowd that pays to watch for the hidden and the hiding the blind, the short-sighted, and the bell gatherer on a leash for those who have never seen their own spectacle and for those who have yet couldn’t laugh Mercy! Mercy! Mercy to all Without IV Within the pool rises In genuflection I supplicate my position Surrounded by the baptismal abyss I contemplate immersion into the excrement I have poured about myself A frivolous query of destruction complete It’s a sprite idea a fairy thought flirting with my insensibilities teasing my degrees with magic and trance with spells that bind the curious to moonless night visits and the breaching of hoary sepulchers alone Filling! Faster! Faster! Draining! Faster! Faster! Filling Draining Filling Faster! Faster! Faster! The colander is engulfed within V Afloat in the mire of ponderous subversion excess has risen heavy upon my heart swelling about my neck with rigorous aplomb licking my lips with tar and suffrage To my feet I must stand! I must keep my head above and chin up Gut-check drench and saturate seeping into my passions seething out of my skin and into my dreams sealing me inside myself It is an epiphany of osmosis Sangfroid boiled to satiety. An emancipation? Is this contentment I feel? Could this be... I AM FUFILLED if but for this fleeting whim of a moment I’ll take the burden as luxury my soul rings with ****** my body shudders with dissolve I am without— Time Needs A Home VI I catch the last shards of sunlight lingering upon the far wall Glowing So alive in those last few moments bright as language etching vivid accomplishment fading memory gone VII Ecstasy is swallowed in desperation a flotsam and jetsam exchange Grasp-breath beg and flurry for space wallowing head-full pleading swimming in vibrant exhaustion I writhe back into my skin like a womb worm foraging for original flesh The casket ceiling offers me Othello’s kiss I see the cacography on the wall and it’s my eulogy blind as a battering ram I am the walls before me the colander cloys the cullion claws the cauldron is full Boiling drown the barricade the gallowed decision is no simmering reaction to the pangs of entropy The filling has ended my effluence has trickled to a halt A maelstrom opens draining Draining DRAINING Within VII Without The vortex rages a frenzied drowning dirge my eyes scour the darkness scrubbing the void for light The nothingness gawks back shadows swirl in the pit of my stare I close my eyes in defiance turning my gaze to the visions Within My thoughts are black my dreams are black my mind is an obsidian landscape of residue and remnants purged in the strain of the colander within.
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
The Colander Within
I Home inside the house of the lording a frenzied pumping play. Within the colander pouring the mold— an altar of fetid sacrifice and perfumed devotion. My personal Pentecost (conversion out of form) My feats are handed to me far ahead of my own devices. Filling it up Faster! Filling Faster! Draining filling faster filling! faster faster! Violet lids are locked open in a rose colored stare of thorns. Puddles form opaque and uneasy across the floor. Ripples flex and bend- a taste of lavender sweat and kisses washes across my tongue the flavors coagulate obscenely stirring thirsty petitions for more II The sunlight slits its way through the shutter to rest upon the floor. It strolls languidly across the breadth of the room defying perception with a cadence that patiently consumes the afternoon Within the anxious minutes struggle to keep pace III Speaking with the tongues of omens and devils Love is nothing and I am less Charity is the anchor and compassion the straight-jacket Lies! Lies! Memory is privy to the cure. I am up to my ankles in defeat Wading through my room in shackles a supine sense of clemency bends my knees in prayer Mercy! Mercy! Mercy- for the barbarians and schemers and those who long for sleep for the bleeders and the healers and the **** crowd that pays to watch for the hidden and the hiding the blind, the short-sighted, and the bell gatherer on a leash for those who have never seen their own spectacle and for those who have yet couldn’t laugh Mercy! Mercy! Mercy to all Without IV Within the pool rises In genuflection I supplicate my position Surrounded by the baptismal abyss I contemplate immersion into the excrement I have poured about myself A frivolous query of destruction complete It’s a sprite idea a fairy thought flirting with my insensibilities teasing my degrees with magic and trance with spells that bind the curious to moonless night visits and the breaching of hoary sepulchers alone Filling! Faster! Faster! Draining! Faster! Faster! Filling Draining Filling Faster! Faster! Faster! The colander is engulfed within V Afloat in the mire of ponderous subversion excess has risen heavy upon my heart swelling about my neck with rigorous aplomb licking my lips with tar and suffrage To my feet I must stand! I must keep my head above and chin up Gut-check drench and saturate seeping into my passions seething out of my skin and into my dreams sealing me inside myself It is an epiphany of osmosis Sangfroid boiled to satiety. An emancipation? Is this contentment I feel? Could this be... I AM FUFILLED if but for this fleeting whim of a moment I’ll take the burden as luxury my soul rings with ****** my body shudders with dissolve I am without— Time Needs A Home VI I catch the last shards of sunlight lingering upon the far wall Glowing So alive in those last few moments bright as language etching vivid accomplishment fading memory gone VII Ecstasy is swallowed in desperation a flotsam and jetsam exchange Grasp-breath beg and flurry for space wallowing head-full pleading swimming in vibrant exhaustion I writhe back into my skin like a womb worm foraging for original flesh The casket ceiling offers me Othello’s kiss I see the cacography on the wall and it’s my eulogy blind as a battering ram I am the walls before me the colander cloys the cullion claws the cauldron is full Boiling drown the barricade the gallowed decision is no simmering reaction to the pangs of entropy The filling has ended my effluence has trickled to a halt A maelstrom opens draining Draining DRAINING Within VII Without The vortex rages a frenzied drowning dirge my eyes scour the darkness scrubbing the void for light The nothingness gawks back shadows swirl in the pit of my stare I close my eyes in defiance turning my gaze to the visions Within My thoughts are black my dreams are black my mind is an obsidian landscape of residue and remnants purged in the strain of the colander within.
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swanswart
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Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
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