I could never decide if I felt everything more or less than other people. Living on the edge of feeling being a solitude being a dead thing resting on the riverbanks of death sabbath in the diptych of dead stars

I’m glad I left you behind I needed the freedom the sun was a chandelier with light like sabers in the star shallows I was too much of a coward for the lives I feared drinking the dew of the heavens my life became a funhouse mirror of the Weird during that skeleton of summer when the silver of the Machines was glittering in my throat and yes I choked the end of the world was a reverie in my vision there were deer among the yew tree needles in heavenly Oblivion

I was starved by wanting dreaming of Heaven’s craters life was a mindless guillotine of Oblivion its black mountain springs drowning me like a deer in the diptych of existence the end of the world was a reverie in my vision and I witnessed—