ANGER
there is no terror like that of cognition
cannot exist absent the mercy of ignorance
ignorant the mercy of
There is no terror like recognition of one’s own once-owned inhalation in hellish elation
contracting
condensing
sensing
its end
sending its sense back to the slow lack below
so solemn and unsuspecting bellow
Beyond the subtle periphery of psychological perception lies this thing, this living breathing thing, within which we flutter and float. The whispers of wind-whipped wisteria whittling the skin on our sweaty, bare backs. We the afloat, the aflight, spirit alight
Beyond the subtle periphery of psychological perception lies this thing, this living breathing thing, within which we flutter and float. The whispers of wind-whipped wisteria whittling the skin on our sweaty, bare backs. We the afloat, the aflight, spirit alight
“Those stairs really did a number on you”