get up, look
there's tar in the cupboard, tar in the cracks, tar seeping up out of the ground, tar pooling under your head at night and caked on your face
can't you stop it
the world comes to you out of order and in frames and from overhead like stage lights
the world comes to you in frames and tar coursing through the frames connects the frames and everything looks like a shadow and tar covers everything
there's a light, look close
look close, and a microscopic figure fucks an access of light between the threads of the curtain and casts a shadow life-size upon the opaque air
the shadow inhales tar and dies
the shadow says
it's cool
don't worry
and the shadow dies
everything you touch turns into tar
light pours out of your head and casts a shadow from your face and the shadow is tar
the world is a shadow cast by the world
the world inhales you and you are tar and the world is shit
a microscopic figure says
the world is shit
and dies
and the curtain swells and the auditorium floods with tar and everybody fucks themselves into a shadow now
but the shadow of a light is still a light
and the tar courses on like shit in patient, methodical sewers
you sink in shit and shit sinks in tar
everything sinks into tar
everything that happens happens with enormous force & presence and this pushes further down into a pit of tar
and in the east you rose the sun and at noon you turned the sun into shit and in the west there is only tar
there is only tar
and light
light coming from the middle of you
which casts a shadow
from every other part of you
and the shadow says
the world is shit
the shadow says the world is in the inexhaustible complexity of everything & the ineludible dissimilarity of anything
the world is in patterns & the patterned failure of description & the fertility of unfathomable error
the world is in infinite evasions
the shadow says and the shadow kills you and you die
you fucked the world and the world fucked you and the world was enormous
and only tar remains
lit dimly, eerie, like a dream
3 comments:
creation in chaos a bleak crumble under all.
you.
i just love ur writing.
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