#quandry
Pupils contract, in protection, from the onslaught of light
which peels off colours out of the abyss,
shedding sight, on blackness,
the contours of the dream
are beautiful
and falling.
I, a curious position in space, attempt to relate here,
whilst all is being swallowed, and swirled,
in the belly of the Goddess,
whom engineers
faultlessly,
as we
fall.
Monkeys driven by meaning, are strangling reality,
effulgent as she is, near, unctuous and yielding,
a shame, that vision is not seeing,
and seeing is believing,
and god is dead,
and science
is a net
holding
frailty.
Behind the mist of morning, at the waters edge,
in the brimming beams of sunlight,
the percolating mountains,
the stretch of land,
the capsule of
atmosphere,
here:
Is the unknown, and unknowable, the black truth,
we tremble before, afraid of the death
it pours over our living ******
Yet what is enlightenment, but the ability
to see in the dark, and what is the dark
but the absolute liberating force,
the annihilating edge,
obliterative.
And what is nothing,
but everything.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
would you cry in vindiction
should i repossess your drugs
all i ever really wanted
was your kisses and your hugs
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC