I wear you under my skin. Your hydra cadence sweet spot Sanity assassin of the nothing agency With words as instruments of rapture Mediation prompt Constellation of intentions, a gradient of realness in contaminated tones Jilted designations and counterpoetics Stabs of conscience off the easel Absorbent minds…the dark enlightment’s lamentable tragedy Certainty is now my watchword Mystagoguery, a bleeding edge of obsolescence A face of genius in full measure of the spectacular now Catharsis daily-mother tongue of method and black squares Words vetted out of nowhere Deadbeat doth The new cult of consensus The famous devil of a perfect vanguard. Fascinated by the river that is knowledge. Circumstances that come in to stay-miles from our mephitic place. High and low extensions on the threshold of meaning- sonic intimacies Read a sample from Immaculate Days by Rus Khomutoff here. |
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