we are the chaos
in gently-blooming
algae-flowing
seascapes
against the nebulae.
while the rain weeps
confusedly
in linear threads
and fern-fingers brush
the corners
of the sky
we fling ourselves
with reckless asymmetry.
galaxies disappear
in eye-blinking
twitches
of newborn time-keeping
wrinkles
and green-gray-purple-blue bruises
apply beauty to peace
and form a mannequin
of dissonance.
in subdued shadows we
are garish
and shrouded in the glow
of sun-moon-man
we are broken
and we are perfection
for we were created
from a shattered-bottle gash
in the universe.
now
with a bang and a whisper
we create
death.




I just loved this whole thing.




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