18 May 2025
but so story
sun in the corner
gospel shouts
liberty twined with accord
and anything unnecessary to be desired
especially embellishments of that fair queen
fate, accoutrements because
there is nothing beneath her but
a blanket of air infinitely thick though
easy to pull onto anything, like
the wool over your eyes, the
cowl round your soul wrapped with
whatever identity you choose to
demean, meaning there is no measure
of what you could live or look back on
to calibrate your trail of destruction because
that’s the dull sparkling downstream
of life lived if you call it that
the obviated mentality the particular
industrious sludge that churns your past
only to embellish landscapes
with reflections from distant orbs of desire
and conceit that still rotate to amuse
or one could say axe tree, blade blood
the future being just as ambiguous