Day: 20 July 2017

When I slaughter myself at night

I must be forced to love

Something has changed

One of the greatest challenges

I must be forced to love

I have a vacuum hidden inside

One of the greatest challenges

Wishing that you were covetous

I have a vacuum hidden inside

External influences

Wishing that you were covetous

External influences

Something has changed

When I slaughter myself at night

Without me disappearing

Like silk between the fingers

How can you be so beautiful?

On my grass

Like silk between the fingers

You have two, three faces

On my grass

You also run hot and cold

You have two, three faces

Dream that you become other dreams

You also run hot and cold

Dream that you become other dreams

How can you be so beautiful?

Without me disappearing

All that affection is too much

What should I call this thing?

Going into hiding

A dreamt dollhouse

What should I call this thing?

There isn’t really anything

A dreamt dollhouse

We’ve discussed it at length

There isn’t really anything

I call it like I feel it

We’ve discussed it at length

I call it like I feel it

Going into hiding

All that affection is too much

That’s carved like a bright mirror

Calling and loving are the same to me

It runs through me

To bathe, anoint, swaddle

Calling and loving are the same to me

Nakedness is omnipresent

To bathe, anoint, swaddle

I wave to anyone who needs it

Nakedness is omnipresent

The big collective’s unified movement

I wave to anyone who needs it

The big collective’s unified movement

It runs through me

That’s carved like a bright mirror

I am beginning to break out

Like undeniably having a vessel

Did you know?

Release it into my headspace

Like undeniably having a vessel

Am I more vegetating than old?

Release it into my headspace

I talk to strange authorities

Am I more vegetating than old?

I see the desert

I talk to strange authorities

I see the desert

Did you know?

I am beginning to break out

Living-room rain and birds indoors

This cannot be true

It spreads at light-speed

My goal is to commune with everything

This cannot be true

Humans eventually become people

My goal is to commune with everything

Like a blow to the gut

Humans eventually become people

Everything separated into its parts

Like a blow to the gut

Everything separated into its parts

It spreads at light-speed

Living-room rain and birds indoors

To be making conversation with yourself

I have begun to communicate

It is a serious crime

A chick crawls under a hen’s wing

I have begun to communicate

I can see myself

A chick crawls under a hen’s wing

Conferring pictorial material

I can see myself

When you unveil my face

Conferring pictorial material

When you unveil my face

It is a serious crime

To be making conversation with yourself

While everyone dreams of green

They gaze into each other’s mirrors

I am beginning to break out

There’s a crunching beneath the feet

They gaze into each other’s mirrors

And let a fish swallow it

There’s a crunching beneath the feet

When there are two rooms inside

And let a fish swallow it

Only be true to the evident

When there are two rooms inside

Only be true to the evident

I am beginning to break out

While everyone dreams of green

And then a shark

I must show reflection in both eyes

A kind of universal harmony

A history of nakedness

I must show reflection in both eyes

Walking with a mirror around the neck

A history of nakedness

Conferring pictorial material

Walking with a mirror around the neck

Like the act of escaping out of/into

Conferring pictorial material

Like the act of escaping out of/into

A kind of universal harmony

And then a shark

Am I more vegetating than old?

While we sit in the belly of the whale

I put them in a black chest

A dark blue sky over wet roofs

While we sit in the belly of the whale

It hangs like garlands

A dark blue sky over wet roofs

The light is obscured by dust

It hangs like garlands

I walk in a yellow forest

The light is obscured by dust

I walk in a yellow forest

I put them in a black chest

Am I more vegetating than old?