"So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall." -Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing
Thursday, September 1, 2022
funerary hymn
Salt kissed lipstick saline cheeks of alkaline tears drenched in lithium blood flooding around vices of teeth clamped down on rare earth metal flesh tearing strip mined from bones buried to the hilt of mad desperate pleas for the sweet release of cremation's coveted carnal flaming aftermath funeral sex birthing reincarnated prisons wailing cholicly as life toils churning soil breaks upon plowshares like tectonic groaning of a woman in labor fruit bearing and half crazed between chaos and the unnerving stillness of a corpse, the physical form of death.
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