(a hymn from the warm abyss.)

(a circus pretending to be a clown pretending to be a man.)

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(i wanted to make something joycean this time, i guess?)

deliver me from the rainforest

i packaged myself in the box you assembled

tears made tenfold from the rivers

you piled as sheets, a tissue for the trees you cut down in honor of you, a swift bereavement before you refund me, my spirit untoward the bills i cannot cover, an unproductiveness i'm not worth, bury me bury me bury me, until i'm the root of a new tree, you cannot see the me for the forest of me's, a pot of acid at the end of the rainbow, you dissolve your soul and liquidate it when you're morally bankrupt, the shareholders must get their last slice, the forest of me's must be dissolved too, only the roots must remain, they still can work when they grow up.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(woman of her vapors.)

your words are like vapor

in the cold air

just a simple gust

that warms me up,

only for a little bit.

you pretend that it

saved me from the harsh cold

you pretend that i

believe in your vapors

maybe it works, because

i pretend i believe in them

too.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(wind that sounds of you.)

the wind chimes to my door

haven't sounded the same,

not since you left.

my favorite song had always been

the one they played

whenever you arrived.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

⚡︎˖ ࣪ ¤ fermion ¤ ࣪ ˖ ⚡︎

undulating alone,

the entanglement we once had

severed.

the cosmos demanded i

pick your poison

and you pick mine

again,

and again,

and once more.

until the undulating stops,

and the wave of time engulfs the stellar heavens, one last time.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

⚡︎ᯓelectromagnetic waveᯓ⚡︎

i suppose the energy in the room

must shift

after you're gone

positive, negative

the weight you carried

has now been lifted

the fermions dance in a frenzy

at your departure

and wave you goodbye

i'm sure it was dark

on your way out, though.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

࿐tidalwave࿐

the sea demanded your body,

so it remained with her.

she would not let go.

the light of the heavens could not grab your soul.

it was far too late, far too far.

it could only take the vessel,

the one you pretended to command,

to shore

without you,

of course.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(~lightwave~)

both the lighthouse,

and the moon,

beckons your spirit touch

all the waves

of the heavens.

the sea, and the sound,

only beg you leave

your body behind.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(war of seconds.)

from the very instant you were dreamt of

a war has been waged.

every second fighting

for a chance to gaze upon thee

a new casualty made the same instant a victor is decided

minutes lay in a cold heap

at your feet

hours piling at the mound

sunrise impaled by dusk

dusk usurped by the twilight

again and again,

each iota of a second

stopping just short

of your embrace.

why else, then?

did time stop

when i laid my eyes on you?

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(pastime.)

both hands must tick

anti-clockwise

when you stare in the mirror

i suppose time should rewind when you reflect on the past

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(incantation°•♡)

my love for you is an incantation

you can cast it when you

call my name

a spell

to chase away the

loneliness

that creeps into your heart

again, and again, and again, and

again.

it's strange, though

my tome of spells

can't seem to

spell out your name,

though.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(carpe noctem.)

the sharpness of the shears

cut against your wrist.

the fruit of the season, abundant, plenty.

the harvest is full.

a blood orange moon

rests against

the gentle ombre of mauve

and violet and rose and sienna

in that moment the sky is still

and the night is yours.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(carpe diem.)

they told me to seize the day

so i grabbed your hand.

i didn't think it could mean anything

else.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(witchcraft~☆♤)

with your eyes, your nose, your

smile, your words, your thoughts

you compel me to stay, a binding in place

a mind runs amok, scrambled in your vision

i know it deep in my spirit

i will not escape the spell,

the witchcraft,

that is

you.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(that girl is...)

the blackberries must be poison

i know it, it must be so!

it tastes just of your lips,

and you're the most poisonous thing i know!

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(~rewind~)

the day before yesterday

the wind carried my hat away

and the day after, the wind brought me

stories, all about you

and the day after, the wind carried me here

just to see you

holding that hat,

i thought the wind carried away.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(worst enemy.)

i think i'm my worst enemy's swordsmith

the blades i make always

seem to find my back,

the daggers, my sides.

it's really strange, since,

i've only ever made weapons for

myself.

[hymnfromthewarmabyss]

(follow me.)

i think i followed my map incorrectly

it's a shame, since i was the one who drew it

i'm not sure which version of me bears more blame

it doesn't matter, since the one who'll face that shame

will be the me

who ends up in the place

i didn't want to be.