Ithinkyouknowme

split-soul intrusion:

the apathy, it wrestles with my bones;

kenetic dance of weeping,

tearful angel disguised in demonic resignation.

nothing lasts...

elliptical orbit,

stand & bear witness,

at the entropic edges,

stare into the infinite hypnosis.

language as playhouse...

structures without mass,

undulating rot,

another rotation.

apathy & empathy,

two sides of the same coin;

an auric plate,

reflections as elegance,

an embrace.

is this the god of scripture?

six winged,

many eyed seraphim

of my childhood nightmares?

paradox & contradiction,

the projection into crystalline iridule?

I stand in terrifying reverence,

for this must be thy highness;

dripping auric fibre,

scorching the veil,

the rupture remaining,

ghostly imprints,

smouldered carbon bonds,

manifold merge,

meet the maker,

stand to rise,

are we familiar with ourselves? is our death our nexus point?

self & other, formulated into the lack of focal perceptibility,

that point in which the known meets the unknown, decay;