humans try to capture and contain
everything.
ironic because everything is bigger than
what is able to be understood
i see everyone at the roots of
the world tree and
watch them drink themselves to death
craving knowledge without intention or
understanding they push forward and drown in
lies of themselves
hands pull apart a chest cavity
leaving claw marks.
the void stares back
in fractal abyss it
shudders in breath it
does not show anything
nor does it conceal
it simply is raw emptiness
karma is barbed arrows
snapping off in flesh and
hindering movement they
pull the chair out from beneath you and
watch you spiral downΒ
into a fullness of pain
suffering has to come with pleasure
you meet the end with regrets
and death lights your cigarettes for you
which is awfully kind and simultaneouslyΒ
ironic
as a slow end from a lifetime of smoke
still turns you into dust
and blood carbonizes into diamonds
with pressure so
feel the sky collapse andΒ
shatter.


















