and I'm on my knees
looking for the answers—The Killers
How to Succeed and How
to Suck Eggs
—The Book of Lies, Chapter 69. Aleister Crowley
how to ruin a space a body a time
with continua such she/she in fervours
of atavist agitate done this/then this
must follow like a river down a throat
of crime against the future writing
crazed patterns on your bedmaps
hold hold one would'st cry aloud
there or not mid the [eschscholzia
one inserts for mere linguistic relief]
all of it dream made real unreal
city full of rats how you wish at heart
that you were what you wish you
were at heart back then in the dichot
but no the word/world must erupt
in tomy the cutting if there is injustice
to match or swatch your innertomy
in fever in heat in must your spoor
your blood trail led you to this to arrive
fully unformed from the head up
or down as though a wind or other
irruption of blowing or sucking
had'st tooked it all away left nothing
no responsibility no reason
no understanding just shrinking
delight und horror unmappable
when/where it matters
most or mostly least seeming
now leastmost and hindmost
echoes through the wire the boast
along the coastways of that
that forbidden and most-bidden
to arrive at the midnight door
dragging her corpses laughing
hoping both for resurrection
and the deep omerta of all
that is past, unhearing
of its own laughing
about its own midnight
unsecret garden
.
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