I am in a spiral of silence
Descending into a massive crater
Of television tranquility
Did you lock the door?
Better double-check
Before the traveling salesman
Kills the entire family
There was once a time when I was younger,
That the words of a mathematician
Made my heart go a-flutter
Now I no longer believe in God
And all your game theories
Seem like child’s play
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What captivated me most was that the town was soundless. They say time moves in a circle and that, at our core, our souls are eternal. I could only believe this once the moon and two red suns rose in the blackened sky. There was never a time I doubted the majesty of God, but there were plenty of nights when the devil spoke thunder in the underground. This was the hardest part of the mathematical equation that holds the universe together.
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What’s in your brain?
Did you feed the mind trolls?
Somewhere lost in the countryside
Under a blood-red summer moon
The fields whisper lies
The sky has a vendetta
Music is a healing balm
Evoking tribal pleasures
And the way you touched me
Made my skin electric
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Shapeshifting into the future
Slimed and slithering digital love
What hath these times wrought?
Implants in my brain that glitch and smolder
Naked bodies that twitch – behold her!
Goddess of the internet dystopia
All pixelated JPEG beauty
Live in the here, now, future, distant past
Everything – maddeningly – all at once
And not a trace of quietness
For your nighttime rituals
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Crashed and shattered, ugly and tall
Shows the contours of my hollowed face
Saw the place of the ornate bruises
Set me up in the lonely moon
She crept behind my head, and thought,
Let me swallow this horrid creature
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Lastly, a river
This scorching meandering
Into the sadness
Shattered in the glass deep-sea
Combed the daylight for my body
It was lost in the sun’s stomach
Rose on a bending of galactic cries
Twisted in the loss of my face
Sharing the fire scent of space
Love makes a night complete
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An abysmal dusk
Fluctuating, warm ringing
In a lonely era
Don’t tell me how to feel
Swaying your delicate face with the air
I am comfortable in my wallowing
Base poet for a scornful weekend
A jester in a nightmarish creation
All the people stare at me
Blue pain was in my future
I thought they were laughing
But they made no sounds
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Colorful ocean
A real, heavy fear falling
at the perfect pace
