Ne Me Mori Facias

[New]

A soothing voice with darkest intentions
The perfection that comes from joint separation
A perfect fusion of power and knowing
That your view of "perfect" needs some education
That's the sound of your weakness
A reliance on flesh - We're held back
By others from doing your best
This flesh you lament is the best that I am
The rotting-interacting
Imprisoning sham!
I'm nothing without those
With whom I interdepend
Every friend that you make
Is just pain at its end
We've no time for the Syshiphean
Pacts that you tend
You've no concept of process?
The making of we
Was as calculated and patient
As any partnering I see-as I was saying,
You've no concept of process
For process's sake
Just reality unfolding
With nothing to take
We're above that
We are that
We're permanently fused
I've noticed
It's not something I wanted to choose
We're nothing apart
You're a sniveling fool
And you're just a thought
We're one-winged angels
Sinister and Dextrous
And I need my fellow flesh
To know and correct us
You're just afraid
I'm afraid that I'll die
And if there's no me to exist
There's no I...
You win this round, flesh
But We're always here
As long as I trust all of us
We're nothing to fear

 

[Jabberwocky]

wow that was an intense poem. You always use these macabre imagery that begs me to look at everyday objects in new and horrifying ways. thanks for sharing new.

 

[New]

Thank you. I try my best.