Harvest Moon

Enigmatic, pale and weathered
Stepping across glades and marshes
Heightened arousal of senses
In fierce and brute force of winter
Every step a flawed odyssey
Across forgotten wasted valleys
Around swarms and shrouds of vapor
Fearlessly inhaling every single odor
Making it its own, returning it as another
The very air rushes to meet his pace
In hope of regaining his stout embrace

Plants and weeds dance in joy
In praise and honour to those
Crushed by his glimmering alloy
Trees bend and flail and sing
May their shade bind with his
And live forever within him

Gods bow down in gained respect
In their minds carved not to neglect
The fear that even a fleeting glance
Might arise his unquenched fury
As he assumes his daunting stance

But the expiration of winds is his
Chest, quietly breathing
The river’s incessant flow is his
Iridescent blood

The mountains are his armor
And the ground, his body
The sun, his eyes

The moon, his heart.

Better to not think about it

Uncertainty is nothing more
Than the fabric our lives
Are made of
Living in edges of knives
As we compile another lore

But there is no point
Nothing waiting
Nothing greater
Nothing sacred
No hatred
No love
Nothing to fear
Nothing to look forward to

There is no meaning.

The unspeakable truth
Too true to be held as such?
Is the simple negation of object
Of subject, of life.

This ominous fabric we lie within
Is woven by this asfixiating notion
And our path, bound to our elusive belief in its denial.

But I want to believe.
I need to.
Just don't seem able to.

Beyond its complete acceptance
Only finding false meanings in a meaningless existence
Exists.

In the hope, that maybe,
Maybe,
They're real.

Maybe,
We're real.

Intrinsic Bet

We work beneath another sky
Inside our own private party
We are shielded from,
Bound to
Our irrevocable construct

Just another mindless effort
To hide our own insufficient dreams
Our insufficient hopes, goals, skills
Our insufficient lungs, kidneys, hearts

For it the channels stop
For it the acids join in

And, in dire consequence, our acidic lives
Subdue on, spreading, embracing
Their last alcaline haven
All around, taken by our created atmosfere
Fades, weaks, crumbles.
Every plant, every mosquito, cries,
For their blinded eyes will never again see their loving partner
Their bodies will never again touch
Never feel
Never sweat
Never moan
Never again, together.