my shoes klack loudly
resounding through the darkness
as I pace across empty Forever.
your eyes shine from behind
the icy black curtain of memory,
a night whose infinite hours
drown angels and death and zion
in the flood of true Nothing.
your face reflects off infinity,
obscured by floating shadows
cast by dust and clouds and time.
beneath a blanket of Nietzschist revelations
you lie sleeping in my soul,
an eternal torpor of blood's content,
tired from an angry evening
of masturbation with broken glass.
i would dance across the cosmos
but somehow your noose still holds
even as I wander from your grave,
searching still for my salt-filled heart.
how long will i be haunted by Damascus?

09/23/2001

Posted on 09/23/2001
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