johnlesliemackie
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Apr 9, 2015
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- 401
i stare into the mirror and all i see is 50 kilograms
of an emaciated, foreign creature,
with dark, purple skin fenced around the eyes,
untuned by the reflections of loss and emptiness,
of not belonging, of not being, non-existence,
in the tears slowly interlacing with the skin,
disarranging its thin, soft purple substructure, yielding it dry and fretful, the curse of cain;
this creature, a catechist who has dissipated his own being,
now merely flesh and bone, an elemental composition and an abstraction,
doomed to wander aimlessly in the grey hive,
among constitutions and organizations, among technology and machines,
feeling as if he was one of them: an idle machine -- if not for ingrained patterns.
of an emaciated, foreign creature,
with dark, purple skin fenced around the eyes,
untuned by the reflections of loss and emptiness,
of not belonging, of not being, non-existence,
in the tears slowly interlacing with the skin,
disarranging its thin, soft purple substructure, yielding it dry and fretful, the curse of cain;
this creature, a catechist who has dissipated his own being,
now merely flesh and bone, an elemental composition and an abstraction,
doomed to wander aimlessly in the grey hive,
among constitutions and organizations, among technology and machines,
feeling as if he was one of them: an idle machine -- if not for ingrained patterns.
