[Suzerain of Sheol]

Nihilism? Check. Space and God imagery? Check. Overly-long, pretentious, incomprehensible musing on the zero-sum of human existence? Check, check, and triple check.

Oh, look. It's a Suze poem.

Confusing the Psychopomp

Laid out in the crater garden
an anonymous anomaly
posed on glass
like a misunderstood crucifixion
it could be God
surrounded by quantum ash
as the quasars wheel
event-horizontal
a time-lapse of absent souls
someone cut the strings
this omnipotent puppet adrift
the singularity inside its skull
impaling it to existence
a liminal corpse
or maybe it's nothing
a stray strand bouncing in the foam
a possibility for no relevant memory
drifting through directionless meaning
an identical infinite reincarnation
a saturated dream
with time to contemplate every possible form of suicide
exhausting thought through forgone consequence
all the light in the cosmos collapsed into a single tear
as the sun died
as the brain died
as the garden met the holocaust
discount bodybags for the massacre lobby
consenting partners for the throat-slitting party
crimes against nature committed by the senile
a new low
Oedipus self-castrating
a bullet to imagination
leaking holes like theoretical colors
the aurora of oblivion
a phenomenal and futile refraction
like particle cancer
a disease malfeasant
a slap on the wrist
hooking up with the angel of death
while blowing Christ a kiss
bloody smile like an idiot child
playing with its own placenta
an emperor in an electric chair
a passing thought laid bare
discarded from the universe
hollow and desperate and unworthy
prepared for extinction