"dortuus" poems
desperatus, credere potes
mortuus, vivere potes
devoted to no God, except those that resemble me
i place each of my egos on the altar, and try to forgive myself
there rests a serpent corpse:
he began to writhe under my woes,
now his callous flesh chips away akin to an ancient statue
what's it like to no longer feel?
all existence is to exist, to exist is to procreate
vital enough to let sin seep into the soul
it is under that philosophy that mitosis cocoons my being
regenrate, rebirth, and rejoice!
I AM:
everyone you've come to love,
i am what you seek in the rest
i am each and every phantom that has glided through you and left traces of immortality, fused to the nerve and bone marrow
desperatus, credere potes
dortuus, vivere potes
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC