Poetry

I see six points of collusion
That come tumbling down
A broken mountainside
Lonely, to abide
By the rationality that subsumes
All it loved and all its light
If only it could just be eaten away
But at the end of the engulfment
There always stays
A spark of eternity
That forever cannot decay
And so I masturbate in misery
In existential suicide
To find the loneliness inside
Of everlasting love and light
 
But revenge comes to get me
From the volcano that doesn’t forget
Memory and justice
Unrelenting, brings me to my knees
And I cry out
To the hollow night
Hoping that no one will hear
 
Envelope me in the valleys
And lay my heart to rest
Pulsating and squeezing blood
Showering the vacuous soul
Tumultuous and tormented
As the flow turns into stone
 
I want to stop
But the fingers press on
And so, I suppose
My heart does as well
Am I my heart?
Is there an I that I can say?
I am all that is said
The entirety of my world
Including the my-ness that possesses it
And castrates chaos into form
Castrates God into the Lord
Fornicate to subsume your whole soul
And perhaps,
By chance
The rose petals will bloom