Hedon,
Your children wild
and filled with death
Jupiter in our unforgiving eyes.
A pandemonium of sickness
attached to our skin.
Charging from androgynous wombs
to open free the lid of pain.
Hedon,
rinsed in post-human shadows
monuments scorned by the teeth of time
Stale-faced keeper of secrets,
loaded with implosive fire
With the wings of time
we carry our own apocalypse
to the mating point
where all intersections meet.
We can't look,
afraid to see what we really are.
The soul lies Superimposed
on elements of anger:
Fear, anxiety, hate, despair, remorse.
So push it all ever further
To the shadow side
Build that second layer
For a rest from the living.
Like a heart between beats.
Set against these hardest hours
fear shadows every step
That which left behind
Screams out loud this night
Gentle storm, thundering silence
Inferior force, uncontrolled calm
Vital unlike, logic—chaos—
The tone of which this birth ascends
To the beat of a heart descending.
Repeating in the infinite nervous-night
In the midst of a soulkilling
Death rides to the song
of the martyrd true-self.
So break from all
that fear holds fast.
Exposed now, turn to all we lack.
Let echoes be the answers
Returning from the screams.
Wordless now, the last attack.
So silent it hurts to listen.
©infj-loki
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