Wednesday 20 November 2013

Nothing

Nothing
Obsolete, Incandescent overall.
          Every sense alleviated
To the highest possible degree.
No candle to higher our ambition;
Relative to the alternative,
Deliberating with precision.

Ascension
Dependant on the small things:
Vile, uncouth mammals,
                                      Scoured from the horde.
Blasphemy! Apathy!
Eccentric to the core.

Dissolution
Permanent vacancies spared a sickle.
Transitions appear, semi-visual.
What would life be without
     An uncertain rhetoric?

Procreation
           Absent minded in the ignorant
The bleak and foul-mouthed
Who slumber in and around the home.

Everlasting
Absolution in binary squares
         Leering apples from the grave

Peeking
         In terms too violent to define.

         Nothing.




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