what you need

released disappointment

yet i thought

pending an oceanic churn,

ecstatic

perverse

and rhythmic questions 

just drift.

raw materials

spilling

instead of melting

you who worked subtly

stumble indefinitely

without suspicions of

A dionysian future.

in art

the viewers

palpable unease

is inescapably tied to narratives

asking us to play along

but behold

masked patterns

emerge

and we are reborn

partly its pleasure

and partly it violence

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deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

the next choice you make is yours and yours alone.
not gods or your mothers
or the man that stands on the corner of 16th stinking of pastrami, waving a sign in your face advertising humanity's collective doom while asking for a quarter and a smoke.

its you, standing in the darkness. everything else has ceased to exist.
if there were such a thing as days, you think to yourself, it would probably be a Tuesday. you can just feel it where your gut used to be.

but since all of that have disappeared, sucked into a vacuum thats still humming somewhere in space, you have nothing to rely on.

you look down to where your fingertips used to be, but now they've been replaced with tiny lights. you wiggle them and they dance, momentarily leaving streaks of light in the air. you try to write your name in the sky but realize you dont know what it is. you think really hard. something that identified you your whole life shouldnt be this hard to remember, but it is.

you give up and decide you'll rename yourself. that in death you'll finally be reborn. (and why not with a new a name) but everything your mind settles on doesnt work. nothing captures the grandness you feel. your soul is too big, your heart too full. youre brimming with ectasy and any old name wont do.

you decide it doesnt matter. that you'll answer to everything.
a call to arms
a call to love
a call to lavender.
youll rush to their side, a pillow for their desire. you'll weave honey-laddened tales for their children to sleep on and their lovers passions.

youll be everything all at once.

youre dead she said, lighting a cigarette

i know he replied

what does it feel like?

the sun burst into a million pieces of glass and each one landed on my skin

the ground was left untouched by these floating murderesses.

my cells invited them in

and they silently stalked until they found the object of their desire

one by one they bit my soul of out of my body

and it disappeared forever with the sun

and the world was left in darkness

my empty body wandered the barren shell of a planet

eating nothing but the carcasses of once live fish

and walnuts that had grown salty with decay