How to pick up speed when the whirl is shot to hell anyway; the heated, the so-called holy, they talk among the vines, of ‘niceness’ that doesn’t last and what does not matter is kept, as what does matter is abandoned How shrill, this droning is, the way that many pretend to be artists as …
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Menace
Breathing the peace of the Spirit into my passages, Life takes on solemnity Attacks, they come and go and it’s no longer tolerable, the funny, the arrogant, the shallowness, it turns the knife The shrill gaities, they knock me out and I’m forced out like a menace Pushed and shoved by the dialogue of strangers …
Another timeline ago
Where I fall, open, to receive on the grounds of merely being real and murderous as the divinity of discernment and hate, as the witness of the walking dead and then spiraling return as the eternal observer- yonder the impulse to kill, the righteous wrath that fuels all destructions of ages we’ve made it out …
The Immaculate Perception 