Starlight and Loneliness
Two million light-years too close

dreams of starlight & loneliness
bad trade — speed for severance
you blink / the universe shatters
home already dead two million times
rotting in gravity soup
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to be light is to be absent
a slit throat of connection
a divorce decree scrawled in photons
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& here I am
skin painted with constellations
idiot prophet nailed to her gelsack
still dripping wet sorrow
eyelids remembering what bodies are for
(yes, the stink, the spill, the fuck, the grief)
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human? don’t flatter yourself
it is not noble
not divine
it is mucus —
squirm & cling
fumble, fuck, choke laughter
all of us jammed into a leaking bag
on a rock that won’t stop burning
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light doesn’t cling
light just leaves
faster than time
lonelier than death
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so let me rot with you
sticky / animal / rancid
in the slime of now
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About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
Read on...
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