You couldn't swing a dead cat
Between me
And the Core of All Existence.
I hide myself from External Affairs
Behind homeground
Impenetration.
All I care to explore is my own
Present outermost psychocosmos.
I could open my mouth and
Expell whole systems; solar and
Other.
In constant consumption with
Every sense employed; I know not
When to stop.
I breathe pure air on spiritual diet,
Slimming down to a complete
Absence of Self. Leaving an
Impression like a Lover of Life on
Something dead; I feel nothing
But alive.
I close my eyes and bask in the
Loaded sensation
Of every gun in the room
Being pointed at my person.
They live by me.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
You couldn't swing a dead cat
Between me
And the Core of All Existence.
I hide myself from External Affairs
Behind homeground
Impenetration.
All I care to explore is my own
Present outermost psychocosmos.
I could open my mouth and
Expell whole systems; solar and
Other.
In constant consumption with
Every sense employed; I know not
When to stop.
I breathe pure air on spiritual diet,
Slimming down to a complete
Absence of Self. Leaving an
Impression like a Lover of Life on
Something dead; I feel nothing
But alive.
I close my eyes and bask in the
Loaded sensation
Of every gun in the room
Being pointed at my person.
They live by me.
