mystery

a spiral arrayed in rotation, turning
the same point aligned against the light again

i'm lost in it
wherever you are

so kneeling
kneeling

restored to the vast
emptiness of unknowing

i'm yours

engagements with sharpened toolery

wretched outside of any nightmare
with hacking and sawing set to begin
and the rending of joints complete
begins the sharpening of blades

between slavery and entertainment
are gaps filled in with groupthink

the crowd roars questions
only blood and violation can answer truthfully

in the reflection of the see-thru man

i wipe my lips with my tongue
i taste your name as my own
broken, imperfect and illumined

it burns
my mouth can't fit around the sound
choking, aflame, dry heaving who you are

i capitulate
and forget you

punish / dispense

the permutations of burned out mythology
spread diverge multiply
belief is a trap
faith is a trap
devotion is a trap

there is surety in the death industry
commandments and conscience
can only interfere with such disposition

mine

what am i thinking?
perched over this

small broken winged thing

flimsy

i've nodded off at the table in the window
that doesn't exist anymore

amidst the hopeful, the jittery,
the eager and the desirous

something outside is aflame
i inhale, sample the smoke
the ash and the air

i remember burnt things
the doubtful praise of rock music
the surreal squealing of late night trains
the fitful moanings of their inhabitants

are the collapsing shadows
slumped against the rusted benches
the same or renewed?