Four Moments of a Realisation: 2 – Negation


That’s it, upstairs. sex is on the air,
in your mouths urging out – like slime
it’s an itch to you and me
different qualitatively
yours pulls yours up by the navel
to that bed-like coffee table
mine takes me into my room
looking at the door and shaking
you’ve ripped the ground out from the floor
Annihilated the murky ground I saw.

This set of flesh and bones
on its own, had held you close
and neurotically embraced you as the only angelic woman-thing
it had ever presented itself to;
That set of bones and flesh
rips my conscience out
and smacks it on the stone walls til it’s dead.
He stands panting, in oblivious revery,

any duty
any numineity
any glory, any
absolute, any golden
earth; or supporting deity
reason standing apart from nature
any fountain of ‘love’ and dam for hate
anything I saw, shining full and to be done

For a dark and glorious moment,
(Black supernova of a healing sun)
is destroyed without remnant
As your body eats his one.

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