“”MF DOOM””


A firearm is a pen

There are few fissures in my mind today:

The world inside is gray, expensive and old

It never fails unless it often does.

I have heard talk of the beginning and the end,

I do not know the beginning or the end.

No more love than there is now

Nor heaven, or hell than there is now.

There’s purpose in the present

When the outer layers shed and all words are said

You’ll learn the secret of nothing; the beginning or the end

There are few fissures in my mind today:

Our self-denial eschews deeper understanding,

Crawl under every minutia, the caches of consciousness.

There are few fissures in my mind today:

Masculinity can be toxic, needing something smaller than itself,

Validation & adoration of the unchecked ego

Prayer does not consult the advice of others

Creation works on its own schedule

The author is a beautiful tangle of words,

Forged from pathos and hubris,

Suspended in dew and shivering slightly under the breath of the reader

There are few fissures in my mind today:

All human efforts pained and forced, fall short

But dreaming + execution is architecture

Pseudo.Intellectual, when a butterfly flaps its wings in Africa, the hairs on my arms rise.

Am I the only one who tries to collect moonlight when the sun is coming up?

Beautiful Morning.