Horizon Plane (poetry)

And then ‘poof’ it is gone
as if as if
what is the proof of past light
would take faster than light
to know where it passed
optic nerves mean nothing
is the light to illuminate
or are we to watch
what is purpose
who said there is purpose
who said why why
it’s okay
let’s me smother you
don’t be sad
this living wasn’t why you were here
it was something smaller and larger
pray as the light slips
pray that the light watched
that all there is is the light
and all we were
was witness to light

aint be aint see
shout cry fuck it
we making mountains look like faces
why be that
why is it
we need to mark
it’s all temporal
a moment in a dimension we decay in
break through the wall
shake it
break it
as we decay in it
at the halflife
countin time
when does this heart stop
what were we killing time for anyway
want to fuck?
or at least watch a movie
raging as loud as a scream in a storm
don’t be infantile
change the frequency
humble the sublime
domesticate the heavens
there has to be a chance
that we are the apocalypse
if there is not a chance
that we are destroyers of the world
then what is the point of existance
to be complicit in the threads of time
wrapping us like a snake
milking out energy
as we become walking sarcophageses
I see your plans beezelbub
and your terror gives me no fear
and I know that
it is a purpose to befriend
the closest catacalysm

slithering and I see Eve
and stupid Adam
and beautiful nature
and my own reality
it was not to hurt you to eat the apple
was it not what you wanted
to awaken from heaven
how can you understand the journey
god said do not
you are his flock
a slave, no, to a perfection that was dictated
I just wanted you to feel something
i am sorry it was terror and loss
but now when you miss Eden
you know the pang of something real

gloaming on my my nature
fabricate the algorithim of a better me
more eye contact
less aloof
more open
less so so lost
more lost
less aloof
when I pray
do I think god hears?
would the answer be better one way
or the other
or without the question
walking with no fixed direction
take my apple away
this is not my nirvana
others would appreciate it more
let me start in hell
knowing my demons are recognized
climbing out of the pit
or falling into the abyss
a two dimensional solution
may I be lost in my mind
let me live forever
immortal in the moment
oh this is not life
nor death
nor purgatory
it is a dimension I don’t understand
where does a flame go
when it lights the air on fire

in the wicked way
in the lost way
sensitized to my deviance
those things that used to make me sleepless
now just the aether
the atmosphere for my lethargy
what rocket escapes me from this
do I want to escape
or is this my sanctuary
death’s linearness
leaving me lost in today’s infinites
I know not
I am not
I be not
Here I am

Past the horizon plane
Into the black hole
we find the reversal of time
the apple leaves your hand
you never hear my whispers
it goes back to the tree
and you go back to Eden
and perfection
an apple on your own limb
never knowing the pain of existence

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