amethyst

Oh, here and there and definitely not everywhere...

- December 24, 1910

never fatal, for the slice is only threat, demise lies in divinity:

infection, does it cling or does it pass? gnawing upon flesh,

eating away at physicality, yet the body is double-bound...

each inch of tissue infected is each state of contamination,

the world painted in flesh is the precise reflection of mind;

within the glass walls of my iron casket, drudging the sediment,

the riverbed particulates continuously forming many hazy words.

in the fragmented midst of the current, I’m currently drowning,

the liquid matter gathering around points of bodily contention,

pieces & parts, complexities beyond simplicity, drawn inward;

the resonate residue, held together through the sharpening,

the knife on the block, another idol to worship, it’s too loud,

too much, too chaotic, too occultly ordered, unfolding inside.

I find myself here again, recoiling from the mess I find in me;

my mind is contaminated with the moulding wilt of your rot.

inside that rot, here where my being gets devoured by strife,