Cure.

love or death? I'd chose death, it lasts forever 

unlove it lasts forever 

the night sky is me, belonging to dreams of nightmares 

moonlight bright as selflessness 

fears that become habit 

the chalk of erased words 

I've lived a thousand sleeps 

bury me in plains of silent plants 

the morning sky is me 

I turn to you, hands shake cold and warm 

your dying love wraps the sex of my despair 

I'd rather have the empiness of my want 

autoerotic, eject my unconcious 

under the wild semen of the event 

twisted, a metal coil 

like a dizzy spin 

on the axis of hope 

waiting, while creating the future that kills us 

cure 

like benzodiazepine in the cock of time 

whispers 

milk curled smoke 

released 

like a hallelujah 

a modicum of blind light 

ambient winds, timekeeping 

dissolving in delerium 

listening to the living clouds 

voices, alien and desperate 

emerge and disappear 

like those winds that visit trees 

and die in a hemisphere of silence 

scream to the silence that slowly lulls the earth to sleep 

as I talk I have nothing to say 

I fled the horizon to study the core 

I'm tired of all the signs 

let me sleep in surreal delusion 

let me be like dust 

that never had a name 

never spoke a word 

like a universe empty 

a cognitive death 

a droning silence 

an underground seizure 

isolated indifferently 

cure

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