i get so lost in tomorrow i keep forgetting this is exactly what i wanted. i become myself and become myself til i blister - it hurts but it's me. i shed my skin, bite my tail, and never learn. i dig my nails under my face and chase something i'll never earn.
Who am I? I stare into the mirror, trying to find an answer that'll satisfy my curiosity. I'm left baffled, just wondering what I spent my life working for. These days I act like an Ouroboros, always repeating the very action that continues to eat away at me. One day I will be unrecognizable and there will be nothing left to see.
A wolf in the bushes. A deer in the clearing. I know you are looking at me because I too am the wolf.
You know I know, because you are me in my knowing. We are so quiet in our hiding, and yet the deer raises its head. You sprint to me now. Here our ever-loving, this sacred tragedy.
O beloved Ever-Creature, Will you chase me into Godliness, or into the end of It? I will chase you more– My precious enemy, again and again.
How fragile the leg that snaps, how ****** the neck torn. You slip and I catch you. I fight and we die together. The antlers today, the doe eye tomorrow. Forever this day, no matter the way.
We are the running, the forest, the hooves and fang. The twig that catches my leg, the corner that traps us. God is when I **** you. It is your teeth in my flesh, the tear in the widened eye– my precious thing, and then we do it all again.
A wolf in the bush. A deer in the clearing. You make no sound, but I know where you are. I lift my head and see you. I know you. I know you. I have always known you.
The ouroboros of eight, mouth full, speaks forever of doors and portals cautiously opened from times past when scared eyes scoured woodlands for sacred evergreen and feasted to last the dark, through the missionary rewording of the same, to now, the snaking trucks of the cola company
(These are what never was and could not be.) This is the world that never was. (We sit at the edge of the world.) If one door opens when another door closes then does one door close when another one opens? (We are at the beginning so it’s after the end.) Before thought.After thought. Same life. (Nothing left to do but swallow each other and ourselves whole.) Let yourself be cut to ribbons. (Harm one, heal the other.) We consume ourselves constantly. (We are never satisfied nor disappointed.) What is unseen is known to all. (Are you far enough yet to return?) We’ll eat ourselves alive if we keep on doing this. (Good.I’m tired of all this, so let’s start again.) We sit at the edge of the world. (This is the world that never was.)
OR:the serpents with no end OR the never was and could not be Inspired by too many sources to name.
I’ve been down to this place before Devouring my flesh like a self-cannibal Another lap around this body Swallowing the serpent’s tail. It hisses just behind me, Covering every track, I make. When my inner eye turns to see its trail, It will be consumed by the snake.
Is my preacher a liar? Is it in my nature? Am I no different than the animal? Are my thoughts even mine at all? I am not alone in this body, There’s a stranger here with me. Making every choice for me, Dug out of my ancestry.
Muscles expand and contract, Pulling me further in. I feel myself dissolving, The past is the future again.
My own ouroboros.
**** the lights, Take my eyes. I don’t want to see, The serpent that’s swallowing me.
It feels like I’ve done this all before. Swallowing my tail.
**** death before it is born again.
The end is only the beginning of that which ended. Coming back around full circle.
Tell me, my moondark one, how come that our journey remained untraveled; from mirror to mirror into eternity our passages were left uncrossed? For the mirage of shedding a light, we rather chose to immerse into the outer world than become one with each other's. Since when were we this hollow turning into shallow ones, who are unfaithful to their dreams? Tell me, that how come that the snake is already bitting his own tail for the circle is full now, and I still wish to tell our never-ending story?