there is morning after a night of
letting go
& there is mourning after
a morn of knowing
---letting everything flow
---passing a sense of cerebral apathy
---a reminder ---a catastrophe
: negligence of my divinity
---stranded on my periphery
---for when July begins to taste sweet
& reality turns into sharp vignettes of
clarity; days span into weeks
and weeks into eternity
a fabrication of my false truth
churns the Earth's womb
onto my mortal reality
---crawling critters dancing on my skin
---blood wearing thin
---succumbing to my entirety
this is my seemed triumph
---a death of tangible cognizance.
Tearing apart my mortal vessel,
abolition the state of knowing.
Like a true abolitionist of cognizance
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 6:43 AM UTC
there is morning after a night of
letting go
& there is mourning after
a morn of knowing
---letting everything flow
---passing a sense of cerebral apathy
---a reminder ---a catastrophe
: negligence of my divinity
---stranded on my periphery
---for when July begins to taste sweet
& reality turns into sharp vignettes of
clarity; days span into weeks
and weeks into eternity
a fabrication of my false truth
churns the Earth's womb
onto my mortal reality
---crawling critters dancing on my skin
---blood wearing thin
---succumbing to my entirety
this is my seemed triumph
---a death of tangible cognizance.
Tearing apart my mortal vessel,
abolition the state of knowing.
Like a true abolitionist of cognizance
i wrote this back in july 9, 2025 for a creative writing class... pretty decent i may say... pretty cool i may say... pretty fly
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