The deep

Do you hear them? I do sometimes, screaming from a faint beyond, hidden in dark unexplored crevices mind, things unresolved, chaotic, desolate and destabilising, threatening to trickle through the soft membrane of waking consciousness. Do you feel them?


A fragmentation of something i can’t really place nor catch is hanging right outside the limitless edges of my mind, as if it’s a breath away, but an eternity to reach, fuck it, a futile endeavor, language won’t define it so im a fool, wondering, how does something swallow something devoid of dimensions? How is it that it’s feeding on me?


Seek only the things that move you, cherish them, let them be your poison, you are death anyway as much as you are life itself. Your fall was your ascension, sentience is holy, only because you kiss it as it flows away, bringing anew the next current.


My existence fluctuates between this

crystalline form and an inexplicable chasm.

Honestly I’m beyond sanity for no reason at all.

Never take my opinions as my truths,

judging me by them is a waste of your time,

I have no truths of my own

only the surety of Be.