Apparently I wrote this last year according to the note date. I think it may be older than that but I can’t remember from when. Rage, rage against it they sayAnd yet here in grief and sorrow I lay. That eternal darkness and silence comes swiftly now.A way to stop it, I know not how. It…
Sound.Smell.Zephyr.Space. Where are the barriers? Color.Shape.Ripple.Thrum.What’s going on? Prickle.Waver.Tremor.Pulse.Is everything ok? Prism.Mosaic.Umber.Haze.What was that? Sultry swelter.Glacial mist.Gauzy distortion.Vaporous voices.Who is that? Quaking.Aching.Horror.Alarm.What are you doing? Constrict.Convulse.Recoil.Rebuke.Stop it. Turmoil.Upheaval.Bedlam.Anarchy.Why is this happening? Clammy, sticky touch.Blunt force on bone.Tiny legs everywhere.Sour, bitter, dry.What is happening right now? Phantasmagoric obfuscation.Blood searing skin and vein.Acrid, miasmic cacophony.Self no more…
Would you truly call it easy If you yourself had the experience Of trading entropic status quoTo sink into the cthonic abyss? The lacuna of nihility is self, Through that tenebrous landscape Down an ever more Stygian path,To the ineluctable conclusion of fate. The palimpsest nature of existenceSissyphean and so definingRequires a certain sloughing off in reliefAs it…
