Oedipus, we both ain't redeemed shit.
Wandering Thebes in search of scraps.
While the moon proclaims our lowliness,
while the sun mocks our chosenness.
My tongue resembles a lysergic lizard,
it searches my throat for words.
A True Daemon comes out.
You killed them all. You killed them all,
ruined. For all of them.
you have to answer for. I
spattered in shards of bathroom glass.
Ultraviolet corrodes the womb of eternity.
There is no literature. There is a man and what
he wants to represent.
the roots are the call of the tree
birds are the call of the sky
stars are the call of the dead
flowers are the call of the living
freedom is the call of decay
light is the call of darkness
And The Mirror Cracked...
(from the cycle of telegrics "Transcendance", July 2023)
Complete History Of The Fall
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