Ant's Honey

I’ve revived this hollow skeleton full of words and wisdom

And bones of memes past and dreams

Past and for now im here to play

Amongst whatever it is that

Tumblr is

is socially unacceptable

lest it be spinning webs around reason

deception is always in season

there is always a degree to which

the heart can grow colder

says the shadow cast over the whole of the earth.

the sky is our privelege, the stars our skin.

I’m afraid of periods, the end of sentences

so I avoid them like this shadow

like we all do

because we’re always doing fine when we’re in line for the

divine

there is meaning in this madness

to be found

in the palms of your past

it gets lighter

in the shadows,

meaning but within winters breast

frozen as planned

future in sand

tombs are the wombs

planets painting puzzles

perhaps the present is

nothing more than an

orange peel

on the infinite floor

charming choirs of chaos and calamity

line the hallways of your heart

for no apparent reason

other than it’s in season.

must we all fall?

to rise again,

alarm the clock.

its time to wake up.

for time

seeking attention?

never received

your mommies affection?

facelooks got the cure for your emptiness,

you can chat and snap

and instantly snort a gram of

the drugs in my hand

this dopamine is dope

is what a tweeting bird heard

through the grape

vine of your mind.

interested in pins and needles and knowing what to believe in?

tumble down the eternal scroll

to fill the void within your soul!

you might not have friends,

but here,

on nights like tonight

sitting in a chair

staring into the stars

staring back at me

from behind the glass sliding door

of knowing something more

exists within the confines

of the souls eternal

walk in-closet

call it an absurd twist of

fate is fixed in forever and never

is it not unchanged

rearranging words while

feelings felt spill

coffee stains the teeth of

the man on the moon

and the sun shines on all

our obvious analogies

chasing banalities

transfixed by solitary perceptions

which are universally derived

either your ether or your earth

or your fire

or your ice

is ISIS inside you?

terrorizing your concept of an ancient Egyptian goddess

notions of global destruction, corruption designed

to influence the minds makeshift ability to chase

fear or love,

folding into a black whole

holy, uncertain, of the origins of said feelings

surely this is all real, all too real

the deaths, the starving, the lack of levity

lean into this

resistance

dance with your circumstance and stand

underneath that which you bequeath

to your future self, of course you

exist beyond this now somehow

this is all you know,

don’t let your dreams melt

with the snow,

go on and live

as above

and found.