Khaslana
“And I will burn hotter than the sun
That lies beyond the fake sky”
Iteration 335,500,337
I wake
And it’s there
Stuck in gravity
I never asked for
But carry now
Until the only imminent end
Is implosion.
Before I go
In spirals they go
Gyre round and round
Scavengers they are
Vampires trying to
Swallow my light.
Impossible task that
Too soon
Still young
White light
With sun spots
Freckles among my fusion
Tanning
Like leather
Like hides
Like beds
Daytimer Rant:
A vicious (viscous) oral history
Salty sweet bitter
Pillowed lemonade
Why do you fight inevitable infinity
Photons that make Eliot’s
Handful of dust.
Infinite recursion: (supra)posit:
Not even observed.
Notion: change to sublimate
Time becomes irrelevant
Qualitative warp.
Red giant.
The spiraling orbit crumbles.
It’s love like murder, like incinerators
Like sulfur atmospheres.
Malodorous beings, those far enough away to survive.
Light infrared now.
Blood rising
Runs cold
Ashes, ashes
The summer children
Fertilize the rose
To The solstice servants
There is no heat in this red aura
Famine where crops won’t grow
Pestilence where buds begin to show
Red for where war seeds are sown
Exit without writing changes.
Quality over quantity
Through the looking glass to
Where White hot light
Burns ants.
This is the start of something.
Perverse joy under the intense ultraviolet
A white dwarf, but which of the seven
Should we call the one that powders
Snow White’s nose.
Dopey of course.
To the scorched shadows of
Bothered mothers and fathers
And temples made of their children’s bones.
When even the tides recede.
Become vapor.
On iron ore.
In the vacuum
You can watch it melt but never burn
No relief under this white hot light
Just sickness and more altars
Of bodies turned blue
Before it became too hard to breathe
Eyes closed and not even a coin for
The ferryman will let that spirit depart.
Just more bones for the temple.
Somebody’s daughter
…
Finality: Felt like a Horse
You: carrying water and a see through veil
Upon achieving nova form
Light speed to dust to stardust.
Now back 335,550,336 iterations
Here no light escapes.
Gravity well
Spiral now more formed
And with a velocity
The end looks like a cone
Those that form an Ice Cream Truck following
And at the same time can’t be seen at all
I said time was irrelevant.
As the spring planet(ed) orbit.
Relativity doesn’t apply when you can’t pull back.
Stay on a subject long enough.
The natural laws of the universe
That we are literally burned out stars
And it will infiltrate beyond the veil
Schrödinger’s hello/goodbye
What will you do in the dark that keeps your secrets?
Is this taboo?
End transmission.
No significant changes.
What will (Y)ou do under the covers
Of a lightless black hole.
Where not even the sounds escape.
A prurient a priori proposition
Sik World radio, 7 years remix
So dark, but…
“I just can’t help myself”
I hope for God’s sake, the sheets
Are satin and not tainted with
Old and new, worn mixed cloth.
“I will burn hotter than the sin
That stirs in your heart”
A treatise on the destruction of innocence.
Since you only ever wanted destruction.
Walk the happy trail, pathstrider…
No one will see you anyway.
💛♥️🤍🩶🖤 50 shades across the spectrum.
Do you still wish to bathe in my light?
Humiliation was never worn better
Herr Doktor
And red dahlia petals fall in the Arena.
