[Suzerain of Sheol]

Self-similar Panopticon

Now here, nowhere, upon the precipice
postconscious stigmata impaling the hours
as the blood runs dilute, down,
in strung-out ribonucleic guilt
the ashes of the effigy's identity deconstructed
these cracked tetragrammata
a relapse to submissive will igniting
like the embers of suffocating time
fleeting as the sun

This, the egotist extinction,
replaying the fractured rays
of devastating evolution
introducing ourselves to ourselves
like suicidal gods,
blaming the world for the sin of existence

We should not be, and we are:
children of a deranged zeitgeist
dreaming up autoerotic Hell
with the occasional repressive slip
revealing the worst in us

Merely there, everywhere, the mortal, the mind,
getting high on the solar wind,
pretending it doesn't hurt,
and in the negative space of a breath,
as one,
begging to die


And now one less