Nietzche
Bluelighter
Tumultuous angst derives from a tapestry of milky forms –
And I, in return, wish I could cry:
Shed a tear in lei of
Sincere pretension . . .
What will I be reminded of when I extradite my past?
A collection of phallocratic
Dead, white, and male subject-positions
To which I may gain entrance into their esteemed company
Chromatic and tarnished . . .
Oh, and that photo is tepid with
A youthful irony:
A new voice
A destructive sound
Annihilation
So I’ll smatter my screen with
words
laiden with mystery,
and derived from a need
to propagate
the new.
Is this a calling or an illusion?
A demon?
And do I truly hear that faint echo of hope?
Assure me that I will drown
In a dark pool
Of my dreams
For I prefer to sink in hope
Than float in devastation.
And I, in return, wish I could cry:
Shed a tear in lei of
Sincere pretension . . .
What will I be reminded of when I extradite my past?
A collection of phallocratic
Dead, white, and male subject-positions
To which I may gain entrance into their esteemed company
Chromatic and tarnished . . .
Oh, and that photo is tepid with
A youthful irony:
A new voice
A destructive sound
Annihilation
So I’ll smatter my screen with
words
laiden with mystery,
and derived from a need
to propagate
the new.
Is this a calling or an illusion?
A demon?
And do I truly hear that faint echo of hope?
Assure me that I will drown
In a dark pool
Of my dreams
For I prefer to sink in hope
Than float in devastation.
