Hiatus & Memoriam

Here, for you, I leave this bit of prose, a schizo-post or an eulogy, a desperation. Im proud of these words, and I hope others will find meaning in them too. #art #writer #author

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Hierophantasm

My EP, my parasite, find it in all the feign places

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The word is mute.
Like the air ~ air of idealism.
As if to myself I whisper,
Whisper thoughts of burning fields.
Fields of bread.
Fields of horses and dogs.

Sheep dogs,
Sleep like dead cattle,
Seep like waste wired argon.
Argon oil air of idealism.