i've antiquated myself
lost in neanderthal mist
seeking trails of iris blooms
i've succumbed to bedrock
my drill of expectations
dulled from non-experience
i've lurched off ancient cliffs
into pools of shadowed remorse
grabbing at darkness deep
i once treasured the sublime
that resided outside my reach
anticipating what may become
but the fever sun burns
the fever sun burns
fever sun burns
tattooing void
upon the future
of all things once and never
i talk of past
i walk to when
i fuck my self
under the wax
of dreams melting
extinguishing all that
interferes with light -
shadows are inconsistent
realities of distorted truth
Distortion as a Playground for Reality
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