Spiritual Necrosis

I

poets and possession (hold the key
and watch it rust) midnight ejaculations
and murmurs of forgotten terror…

II

surrounded by dismembered dreams
and manifestations of spiders
my eyes search for understanding
souls… (I hear the serpent’s tongue)

III

distorted and oily profiles of visionaries disintegrate
within the Akashic vault (where all egos are pillars of salt)
we become an ocean still as death and forget our final breath

IV

mortality hardens every-
thing… (given life man slays)

the mob gathers and drinks its pride
hunting monsters locked inside

borders of empires
gratifying desires

V

I have developed an intolerance to ambrosia
All smiles and sunny days seem sinister to me

 

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