All the air has been ripped out of me
breathing through the reeds, deep under the water,
like a martyr's shadow lurking behind a column.
I am unforgivable. My marrow
wrestles with the supposed dagger.
stealthily, as if angel-headed lions –
chanting around every corner.
The thorns are coming. I've met Leek.
Death is nothing in comparison ... I'm not getting out.
Oh, don't look at me like that, let me die,
and I'll go behind the column. I've atoned
for what I've done. Don't make me
to challenge you, too.
And win.
i've been chosen twice three times
i'm tangled up in the abyss of my mind
antipsychotics don't work
i've been injected into the bloodstream of the universe
i'm a malignant bacterium in the body
i need a scalpel in the vein of the universe
And Call It A Day...
(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)
Moonless N-God
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