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this is the scene where the speaker blows
this is the scene where the speaker blows.
this is the scene where
the speaker blows. after
the oblivion of evening, this
is the scene
where we learn to appreciate
the annihilation of love,
the slaughter of innocence,
the stripping of life to the
bone.
this is the scene where we learn
to smirk at death, to marvel at existence,
to be gaily maimed with torture, strapped down
and whipped, shot up like star-light,
to grow rich with suffering, to endure onward.
here we see and scheme,
here is the scene where we get real high
where we get real low
where we add it up
and let it ride. here is where
we aim our bows and tear holes
in the sky. here is where
the speaker blows
it's cry of concussive light
into the deathless deep
into the nightmare into
the rectangular day-dream
into the ecstatic body operatic
reverberating
reverberating
Published 11th Aug 2014
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13th Aug 2014 2:50am
Well, damn. I like this.
Not really sure how we
"learn to appreciate
the annihilation of love,
the slaughter of innocence,
the stripping of life to the
bone."
That kinda goes over my head.
Not really sure how we
"learn to appreciate
the annihilation of love,
the slaughter of innocence,
the stripping of life to the
bone."
That kinda goes over my head.
