Tag Archives: Beauty

Our Haphazard Oblivion

We are shrapnel.
We are constructed, the controlled ingredients

of our haphazard oblivion,
the wires of burning marionettes,

the discipline of terror. We are embedded
into the sky,

the dazzling apathy

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From Sacred Cow to Sacred Camel

Here’s a thing I didn’t know was a thing: camel beauty pageants.


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26 September 2016 – Nothing

I dream of nothing in an absolute sense. Into what does the universe expand? That nothing, that is the nothing for which I’d like to live, the fullness of the experience of “experiencelessness,” the nothing without a name.