the light the rain, the spilt shifting sand and lightning fog
like ripe blossoms dessicated
by the desert’s furnace winds withering breath

we swear upon the souls of our grandmothers our grandfathers
all this shit-stained mewling and bloody nothingness
destiny makes us all miserable
wracked with horror and agony
sunk into tiny particles of despair of decay
we wonder time and matter and free energy and freedom let it ring!
some dream some trick some hoax
each second is a four dimensional prison
if there was only a way to flow between into the cracks and fissures of reality

we try to draw this out this ichor this poison
as if with activated charcoal
after downing an entire bottle of pain-killers
how to kill the pain is to kill one’s self
and there is no other way around without resorting to sophistry

we sing like lightning and thunder and the hurricane winds
rip roar around us like man eating predators
like the lizard kings in the days before the meteor
and still
like tongues of fire
like the roiling sea
I cannot cease crafting nonsense words
for all the things I will never understand