there is a girl lying dreamessly on my chest
her name is every name in history
the forgotten ones especially
her skin is an alloy of time and
meaninglessness
the rest is a dream, the real is somewhere
between two infinite zeros
she sighs out of boredom beneath a sky
of countless stars pretending
they're not already dead
everything came into existence thanks to one sublime
mistake, she says, affectlessly
our connection, our laughter, our fears, our
love, all the ******** without end
and it's been mistakes ever since, less and less
sublime, more and more
disappointing
there is a girl lying dreamlessly on my chest
her eyes are populated with divine absences and
machines that disassemble
the beautiful
her hair is the colour of leaves in autumn bloom
and flows into the sea
of unknowable catastrophe
she laughs like an angel of the end times at
the monuments i made her
out of humanity's greatest ideas
they will not survive the present, she tells me
with gleeful abandon
the more you know about something, the less
real it is, she assures me
and i am inclined to believe her, as our bodies blend
as we remember
that we are
nothing more than functions
of heat
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
there is a girl lying dreamessly on my chest
her name is every name in history
the forgotten ones especially
her skin is an alloy of time and
meaninglessness
the rest is a dream, the real is somewhere
between two infinite zeros
she sighs out of boredom beneath a sky
of countless stars pretending
they're not already dead
everything came into existence thanks to one sublime
mistake, she says, affectlessly
our connection, our laughter, our fears, our
love, all the ******** without end
and it's been mistakes ever since, less and less
sublime, more and more
disappointing
there is a girl lying dreamlessly on my chest
her eyes are populated with divine absences and
machines that disassemble
the beautiful
her hair is the colour of leaves in autumn bloom
and flows into the sea
of unknowable catastrophe
she laughs like an angel of the end times at
the monuments i made her
out of humanity's greatest ideas
they will not survive the present, she tells me
with gleeful abandon
the more you know about something, the less
real it is, she assures me
and i am inclined to believe her, as our bodies blend
as we remember
that we are
nothing more than functions
of heat
