04-18-2025, 08:24 AM
Da'ath
The Mystery and Mystique of watching occult documentaries
as a child,
I am back to that not knowing.
No original tests me.
Love is still a mystery, even a goddess,
like the moon.
A plane or star has the same resonance
as a shadow by a hedge
with no genesis,
or men in black in the dark
like how a breeze shapes a figure.
The corner of every room
is a phantom school
where a ghostboy sits facing the angle;
I sit in the empty closet and spin a bottle.
Lonely heat shrouds the air
like a tent in summer. All is quiet
as a view from an attic room over the neighbors'
vestal lawn.
In this, silence condenses me.
Cool pores, sweetly profuse.
The breathing in and out,
the stomach extending and contracting,
is the life and death situation;
all that is thought,
life and death, comes and goes.
Let diluvial menageries flee my retreat,
not a feather of instability tickles my ear.
News and news and further monstrances
shine like a thousand echoes
Welcome! welcome!
Sigh in the blistered noon.
The Mystery and Mystique of watching occult documentaries
as a child,
I am back to that not knowing.
No original tests me.
Love is still a mystery, even a goddess,
like the moon.
A plane or star has the same resonance
as a shadow by a hedge
with no genesis,
or men in black in the dark
like how a breeze shapes a figure.
The corner of every room
is a phantom school
where a ghostboy sits facing the angle;
I sit in the empty closet and spin a bottle.
Lonely heat shrouds the air
like a tent in summer. All is quiet
as a view from an attic room over the neighbors'
vestal lawn.
In this, silence condenses me.
Cool pores, sweetly profuse.
The breathing in and out,
the stomach extending and contracting,
is the life and death situation;
all that is thought,
life and death, comes and goes.
Let diluvial menageries flee my retreat,
not a feather of instability tickles my ear.
News and news and further monstrances
shine like a thousand echoes
Welcome! welcome!
Sigh in the blistered noon.