~The Maw~
Egg to husk
Always enveloped in the quantum death which is the fabric of time and the universe
Existence the festering scab on the naked skin of a perpetual nothing
Yearning restless stirrings of a soul forever quiet in the abyss
Memories
Like unclosed surgery wounds
Oozing pus filled agitations between the fragmented organs of a fraying self
Decay masked by a jumbled coherence of meat and sinew, flesh and garment and shambling shuffling utterances
Routines and schedules the repetitive normalcies to a world of others
But always straying
Always dreaming
Always yearning
Pushing, straining in spite of the empty sun
Dramas played out under the hollow burning pyre of a warmthless sky
That indifferent yellow king 'bove all the infestations of the earth
Connection
Brief and hopeless
A ceaseless returning hunger clawing at the barriers of flesh which entomb a delusional phantasm
One day that sinking ship, that hemorrhaging leaky vessel and its ephemeral passenger shall go to those strange dark depths
A place of such utter blackness that light has never dared to touch
Down down far below
Dissolved, consumed by our lady the void, mother to all, from which all these scittering abberations arose frantic and frightful clawing for meaning against the contradictions of their being
This, the last promise of peace
Stillness, silence
The serenity of obliteration
As before, so after.
