Abiogenesis.
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
A nose. An ear. Fingertips. Cavities. A rotating void vessel. Of clay
Gypsation.
Amrit in medicine jar, god’s tears over a mutilated mistress and the archangel’s piss.
Soaking.
One silver drop. Two silver drops. Tridimensional. Two bubbles. A hole in each. Lens and physics.
Sight. I appear before you.
A pump in your centre of gravity ricochets against your sixth sacral verterbrae.
We stabilize you.
We add a layer of clay.
Gypsation.
You’re the you I want you to be.
I don’t remember where the dream goes but I know that i get to watch you die.
I steal your adoration from the gods that farted you into miserable existence out of null.
I love our nihilism, don’t you?
