2119 VOLUME 6 |ISSUE 3 |2015
let there be darkness
*It must acknowledge its origins.
the damaged beliefs
and jagged fault line of fangs
claws at my shoulder
lips at my ear
*It must succumb to demolition
as a flower curls to frost.
under your weight
your masked and shrouded form
*It must relinquish its face,
its reflection,
to allow yours to unfold and take throne.
gaping hole, echoes ricocheting along
tattered walls, screams, apologies, confessions, shame.
*It must expose its deepest crevices
to the wandering eyes
of the leader.
*It must obey.
my mind went away yesterday
I
My mind went away yesterday,
and it’s nowhere to be found.
I could tell you I feel
numb,
but if I'm numb
how do I know
what I’m feeling?
I could tell you this is like
a desert with no sand,
a void ocean.
But those words have weight
and there is no substance here.
There is no “here.””
I can’t even say I'm alone because
alone means
being by one’s self
but there is no being,
there is no one,
and there is no self.
II
God, are you still there?
III
...God?
let there be darkness
*It must acknowledge its origins.
the damaged beliefs
and jagged fault line of fangs
claws at my shoulder
lips at my ear
*It must succumb to demolition
as a flower curls to frost.
under your weight
your masked and shrouded form
*It must relinquish its face,
its reflection,
to allow yours to unfold and take throne.
gaping hole, echoes ricocheting along
tattered walls, screams, apologies, confessions, shame.
*It must expose its deepest crevices
to the wandering eyes
of the leader.
*It must obey.
my mind went away yesterday
I
My mind went away yesterday,
and it’s nowhere to be found.
I could tell you I feel
numb,
but if I'm numb
how do I know
what I’m feeling?
I could tell you this is like
a desert with no sand,
a void ocean.
But those words have weight
and there is no substance here.
There is no “here.””
I can’t even say I'm alone because
alone means
being by one’s self
but there is no being,
there is no one,
and there is no self.
II
God, are you still there?
III
...God?
