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some days i forget my existence -
lost and writhing and twisting my wrists in some
epileptic search of the cosmos for lonely gods and
their shadows hidden among the dying stars.
with one finger one brushed my face and spoke to me
in ancient languages of the tree lords and flying kingdoms
below and told me of how he longed for the feeling of
fleeting time and of the stars that were birthed inside him.
he sobbed and crouched and the earth moved and trembled
with swift movements in unheard-of dimensions and directions
and he whispered of winds and sandstorms filling his lungs,
"i am disintegrating, i am disintegrating, i am disintegrating."
and he told me the secrets of the galaxies and of the wars
and peacetime shrouded in fallacy and lost loves who
withered away in his hands, blew away from thought, eyes,
and fingers.
yet in his tears he smiled and screamed and screeched the
books of centuries and millennia, gnashing his teeth in
rhythm with his heartbeat and sang death songs until he
dropped me through the clouds until i hit the water.
"there are lost oceans in the confines of space where
atlas told the water to find freedom in loveless bliss
and so they waltz among planets making silent steps
and graceful paces along the asteroid belt until they
disappear into blasts of sun."
lost and writhing and twisting my wrists in some
epileptic search of the cosmos for lonely gods and
their shadows hidden among the dying stars.
with one finger one brushed my face and spoke to me
in ancient languages of the tree lords and flying kingdoms
below and told me of how he longed for the feeling of
fleeting time and of the stars that were birthed inside him.
he sobbed and crouched and the earth moved and trembled
with swift movements in unheard-of dimensions and directions
and he whispered of winds and sandstorms filling his lungs,
"i am disintegrating, i am disintegrating, i am disintegrating."
and he told me the secrets of the galaxies and of the wars
and peacetime shrouded in fallacy and lost loves who
withered away in his hands, blew away from thought, eyes,
and fingers.
yet in his tears he smiled and screamed and screeched the
books of centuries and millennia, gnashing his teeth in
rhythm with his heartbeat and sang death songs until he
dropped me through the clouds until i hit the water.
"there are lost oceans in the confines of space where
atlas told the water to find freedom in loveless bliss
and so they waltz among planets making silent steps
and graceful paces along the asteroid belt until they
disappear into blasts of sun."
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someone once read my poetry and asked if i wrote while i'm high
my answer - never, my brain is just wired funny.
my answer - never, my brain is just wired funny.
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This is so amazingly, vividly described. <3