𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤

At the end of of the house of self undoing
is a woman in lithotomy position, excreting out the dried blood of a dead life
she joins me in raw libido with chaos,
as time fucks us into our base destruction of worlds
Undoing through dreams, the murk of nothingness behind the sphenoid
Synthesis with the gut-world’s millions of machinations
Magickal rituals into the space between material and brain-spirit, that
subtle flesh body’s molestation of dark matter
To rest in one's own grave-soil as the low sun drips its warmth onto skin
creating zombie-angel, autophagic mutant queen
In manic love with the love-pain of desire, the love-pain of flesh, to soothe the horror of
the skull, like a Maenad in a dawn of a Bacchanalia, forever and ever.
Sweet Ariadne leads me to the aluminum copper heaven in a pool of Venusian water,
where the geometrical meets flowing, flowing, and the womb is eternal,
where I encounter Narcissus in the pool and fall into shatters and snakes of skin.