A Poem; “An Experience of Nausea”
by writeyeranezine
i.
The shattered self
and an ill sense of being.
Light a faint cold purple,
accepting of penance and repentance.
ii.
Spooked by the death of god
and developing understanding
of a thousand others,
living inside of all of us
every day,
at all times.
iii.
Fall into warm familiar darkness,
cosmic sadness.
Oscillator; contentment or resentment?
Anger.
Utter disgust.
Sheer hell, a construction.
Devastation,
despair.
iv.
The slow unravelling.
Surrender.
Adequately translate
thought to mouth,
words and tangible,
reality-based action.
v.
Damn the deconstructionists,
who enabled eugenicist mind control.
Clowns weaponising meaninglessness, ignorance.
Fuck poetics.
Constant nails down the blackboard,
third eye squeegee time.
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