Confessional #11

My feud with my self.

Warring over untold chemical observations,
a mental hierarchy of slaves and masters, lovers;
a quarreling insight into the depths of love,
here do I dress. Here do I undress.

As the windows let in
Winter’s bite; so I let in
the freezing blast of

And when the heat thaws me,
I open up the doors;
to let the light and shadow in.
Everywhere is marked by the
translucent piss of pagan gods.

ecstatic sores of Mercury!

The sour moon of Saturn’s spin.

A diabolical edict;

A flash fire
in the midst
of Eden.
Only Hell.

Until the end of the world
meets us with its toxicity.

I am nothing.
I am nothing.

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