Art By: Simon Siwalk
Chimney smoke
And arctic currents
Synthesize obsidian
My days are black
And superficial
Too many veils
Have blinded
My sense
Of responsibility
*
The ego
Is my greatest
Magic trick
An interloper
Who stands outside
Of its manifestations
An impetus whose
Undercurrent swallows
The very surface
On which it stands
*
I am a virtuoso
Of nothing
The ammunition
For a weapon
Centuries before its time
The final sacrifice
In a string
Of incomprehensible scars
*
As you know I’ve had a lot of seizures, today as well. So this poem comes to your curtsey my subconscious. My mind is like a big black oozing void and my hands just blindly type
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