polythereal


i have become weary of transcendence
and my ears are just beginning
to absorb the static
of a million years
wasted in reincarnation, again each time shackled in an indifferent cage
intent only on satisfying its own necessities
imperfect and wretched and multiplying
in the weight of gravity
in a world that lies so falsely
in the face of its esteem, its humbleness, fragility
a windowpane of clearest day
the black and white of shadowplay
tomorrow’s child thrives like plague
a life of fate
naming worthlessness its king and queen
and swallowing the guilt of helpless destiny
imperiled by the blood spilt on the anvil purity
which bear no semblance
in the light of first daybreak
another eight hours of feigned reality
always coming back for more
always suffering and damaging
to filter out its own disparity
as if to fight the desparation
of realizing how inequal are the realms
between light and dark
and with my bowels twisted so painfully
around a poison heart
it would seem i can’t resist
what arrows avarice endured
with no god here left to spare me...
nether hell forevermore




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