senescence is the word.
in my head some obsessions feast and fester. and this journal of endless distraction chronicles the inertia of it all. the stillness of a bus-slow adagio
my nose weeps and runs and drips. and you might as well ask what business is it of mine? why do i care if your nose is clotted with snot? why on earth would you write of it as if it matters?
but i make it so that my runny nose ruins your reading
i am king of all this page my sovereign will rules unquestioned i create the words to rule myself i transform the all with axe swings of phonetics. my thirst is all-pervading. i wake the dead with invocations and i strike the living down with judgement heavy. in my words lies the silence that lurks behind all sound and waits. i sift the colander of memory.
i am the bad wolf and the hunter in the mountains.
i am the cold word and the warm hand
i am the bright teeth of morning and the gaping maw of entropy victorious
i am the fear and the hope through every single day
i escape myself and the trappings of the body, runny nose and all. i change.
i turn with the weight of a snowstorm to cast my eyes upon you.
my bones hum with the knowing and the oblivion. i am fixed upon time.
and time betrays me
i fill up the world with my presence and the absence of me should strike the very axis of the earth
i am the incessant lightning.
a part of me has no name. and that i am as well.
but the earth she turns for no one
yeah the earth she feels for no one
all hummingbirds fleet and feed and drop and die
all hummingbirds must die
in my head some obsessions feast and fester. and this journal of endless distraction chronicles the inertia of it all. the stillness of a bus-slow adagio
my nose weeps and runs and drips. and you might as well ask what business is it of mine? why do i care if your nose is clotted with snot? why on earth would you write of it as if it matters?
but i make it so that my runny nose ruins your reading
i am king of all this page my sovereign will rules unquestioned i create the words to rule myself i transform the all with axe swings of phonetics. my thirst is all-pervading. i wake the dead with invocations and i strike the living down with judgement heavy. in my words lies the silence that lurks behind all sound and waits. i sift the colander of memory.
i am the bad wolf and the hunter in the mountains.
i am the cold word and the warm hand
i am the bright teeth of morning and the gaping maw of entropy victorious
i am the fear and the hope through every single day
i escape myself and the trappings of the body, runny nose and all. i change.
i turn with the weight of a snowstorm to cast my eyes upon you.
my bones hum with the knowing and the oblivion. i am fixed upon time.
and time betrays me
i fill up the world with my presence and the absence of me should strike the very axis of the earth
i am the incessant lightning.
a part of me has no name. and that i am as well.
but the earth she turns for no one
yeah the earth she feels for no one
all hummingbirds fleet and feed and drop and die
all hummingbirds must die
