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 out base 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 skins of snakes.