omnicide fragmented air

This is not an incantation.

billowing to recreate,

clouds grow bored taking shape.

the winds scream, ‘bring it on’’ damnation

...remake this place!

man– man– let it pass through you, love.

mania blossoms! hear its mass howl.

flowers of this lethal conviction;

annihilate everything, slice the dove

inside out ...omnicide all about.

fascinated by evil, future-in-delirium,

infatuating elegant catastrophe, it cracks us open

a writhing mass of nerves and split skin,

man dances in this blaze 

incarnate. an exclusive signature, side focus– 

of stone gardener stack, of knife sharpeners touch–

carnage. convening militia, totem donning bacterium

dared to dream of doom, of scorched earth.

wrath in solitude bargain, 

leave the islophile to weep for her garden.

uncountable sand turned to glass. 

every cloud drained, evaporated, 

the sky grows heavy black in murdered souls.

who gave you warrant to pierce the sky?

moon lovers in reflection contemplate lullaby

lightening, whirlpools pull us down, 

becoming in the final throes artists in panic. cry

helio- eroto- ego- selenophiles hear their final howls,

if we lose our memory we destroy our future.

name it... reality, society is psychotic.

surfing on the carpet of forgetfulness, 

the crowd is untruth.

locked in this pathological affair, everyone might be delusional

but not everyone wields illusion.

on the blank skeleton key tightrope

all an illusion so all is permitted

squares sin for hashish assassins. dope

bodies cling, catapulting moodscapes without rain,

weather colors all thought on fragmented air.

ritualist philosophy relieves the pressure, 

masters the sensation. search for saving grace;

face the fear and the way appears, 

excited by the work yet to be made… 

consumed in the lighting of candles,

in a flash, the giants fell. colossal trace

manic practices…undoing.

at the top of the world, it never again what I was. 

overcome through radical forgetting, one cloud floods space.