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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Cosimo Galluzzi

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@heyudecipherthis
bye
how-to: violent unhappiness forever.
i see light, i kill it dead.
the body knows how to run backwards from the sun toward shadows.
hard to kill illusions, so
i build dark empires,
raze rebuild raze rebuild
on and on and on and on
rolling eternal.
how unhappy can one person be?
the body knows.
sink deep out of habit,
walk slow on instinct,
dragging feet in the sand.
no lines you wouldn't cross.
i know these murky waters.
i know this gaping maw,
innumerable spirals for teeth,
beyond that, infinite blackness,
the biggest darkest hole--
it's mine.
i'd know it anywhere.
i'll know the next one, too.
because all this body knows is
how to write the same poem,
over and over and over and over
and out.
hazy sunday fever dream, this:
the peach pit soul you hid last time oozed again and went down to the graffiti tracks to sit in the sun for the first time
in a long time
and it split in two, like honeycomb,
mirror shards,
yin and yang,
rapture.
golden, open, bleeding.
cold metal rails melted over everything you didn't know,
and you looked up at the sun until you did.
bleeding kaleidoscope eyes shatter leaky peach pits into fractals spinning out into the cosmos,
nothing.
you and the sun, and it burns, running on empty,
acid bubbles in the throat.
molten amber,
ate you alive.
Kenn Kotara - Winter here again is not my choice, 2007 (Pastel & charcoal on paper)
Ayami Kojima
Untitled, Zdislav Beksinski
Swans - Love Will Save You
Christ’s Descent into Hell (detail) from a follower of Hieronymus Bosch, second quarter of the 16th century.
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