crash

jim luchte



                                            
how could i transgress 
your 'laws of possibility' 
& not smash my 'reason'?  
vertigo amidst whirlwinds 
exhaust.. out of breath 
sleep 
let that unrelenting 
incessance overwhelm 
will not even notice 
somewhere else 
'astral planes' 
dreams 
fuck your asses
i need to come
i turn to you
i come in your face
while he stands there
silent
not to be against
to let pass by
vomit into dust
not even to notice
anticipate this
birth


temple earth


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