#cold cosmos

afraid of space

you were born in space

more than the mothergrub space is our mother

our great, dark, terrible mother but also our amazing, shining, nurturing mother

all things up and have two masks and one motherfuckin blank face

we grow masks like trees grow bark

and we harvest the masks of others like fruit

learn and grow from the taste of the blood of the hemospectrum

don't fear the motherfuckin cold.

don't fear the vacuum

don't fear death

>at which point the marker runs out, the letters become messy, purple blood.

sky is spoken too loud and the thunder up and gets blocking the motherfuckin stars

what if i listened to what the storms had to say for once

but no fuckin no they are too damn alive and i rest with the motherfuckin million laughs of the ghosts of my people and storms are too alive for all of us not like cold dirt and murky water and oil in pressure beneath the globe and the ancient motherfuckin carbon-dustblood of the stars bleeding out

my descendant has no horns but aspires to shove a spade in the earth and be a gravedigger graverobber undertaker pierrot to people who call us, the high motherfuckin subjugglators and laughsassins, they call us the ghede

it's fuckin frozen as a polar clawbeasts' left motherfuckin asscheek out in my dreambubble

here there is only heat and sun and too

            much motherfuckin