January 14, 2019Egomaniac extraordinaire, psychopathic sexualis, vast and voracious, rapacious and enraptured by ecstasy devised by edacious and illicit cognition concluded in the ever-never…thine apotheosis, sayeth my son, whilst I the father, hands clasped upon a rock, gazing into the stars at my footstool..and I see the bastard son, the only one, broken young—the Superman…red cape flowing—soaked in blood of victorious battles…to the left, flapping, clapping loudly, breaking sound waves, sonic doom, fervent gloom, foggy stare—mortal beware…Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate.
That’s me, further ahead, further still, wayfarers on under fluorescent lights glaring at lenses as twin abysses behind them gaze passed my adolescence and into the empty skulls of widows that woe from feigning luminescence in their incessant antidepressants. Slight dimple forms in the near vicinity of a cracking smile and a heavy church organ breaths…strong and moving, and you can feel the Unholy Spirit in a minor scale suddenly seducing the diminished fifth, as a choir sings inwardly tritonaly…those beloved three adjacent whole tones—masturbating seraphim madly moving in mid-century music theory…and I walk passed you, passed the crowd that kept you caged, hovering through the long and narrow, ripping the page where my name used to be in the Book Of Life, into pieces and tossing them in the air as I almost say, “Good bye” but proudly decline…let my echo be your guide, allow my rebellious spirit in all its pretensioius glory bless thee beautifully…and as you lay on your side, remember me with painful sighs, for there is no other way…
To turn away from things so divine.
Lessons on how to lacerate the curtain of the world before you.
And think not kindly of me when you cry.
Regret will not be among these moments in oblivion.
I won’t remember all the times.
For the void does call…and so I go.
My heart belongs to the vacuum.
Since birth she beckons.
Since birth I answer.
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