Dear doe, you are a Trophy made of 23,000 000 000 golden ribs at the age of the planet, embraced by thick dark bands so very dear to the dark cosmic dust, subaqueous soils Incarnated beneath and above - Constellation made of golden teeth instead of stars Head of an Animal They no Longer wish to sacrifice It’s all left out
There is
No fundamentality
No Rights
Nod if you Agree
WE are
Drawn to Primitive Life Forms
AGAINST ALL ODDS Your only Weapon Dear Doe is to keep mocking them all:
Bookers, Borrowers, Fundraisers for Society’s horse racing’s dead horse
False Starters
Celebrating Suffering Andromimetic Wealth holders Fast goers
Weak Teachers
Sole Upbringers
Wasted material
Not left Nor right
Subordinated to any given order
Lost and non-recyclable
Raw Black gold breaking the hungry rusty teeth
Heavy stomachs
Crusading Empty Heads Filling bags, cases, wombs, vaults, caves, pockets, jars, mattresses, groin and back to the empty head - Bunch of slazy Givers Hunters Shooting blanks under the sound of ferocious hymn of those descanting The tenderness of going down any reason is a good reason to disappear
dark purple sky
starless sight
all lovers weep at night
saddened by the wrongful sound of bodies moving from one side of the bed to the other side of empty
Is that you, Dear doe?
To tell you what happened to me recently?
sounds easy as i was mostly accused of being a liar
my body filled itself with false signals
learned how to pretend
now i am ill finally ill
and i know it was all set up
i will enter into the world
like an empty gelatin capsule and be embraced when they learn how
to fake symptoms
with the elegance of falling down stilly
knowing the secret joy of giving up
feed me cure me
do me good
look after me
just don’t expect anything in return
before drifting away
it occurs to me
dear doe
how the deep dark brown of your eyes
never
looks the same
Being a deer is: to become dear to one’s sharp arrow to one’s sharp look to one’s brave decision of being present when everyone is high in the holy mud of the busy days brushing the tears of the dirty cities
Keep being a deer is to know a few things: pain is only a beautiful slow sewed lace fears are wearing it modeling like blind mannequins Learn how to swallow tears that are not yours love children that are not yours forgive the mistakes and clean the shores Only secrets are heavy Earth is bearable ground is bearable skies are bearable be sure to remember all the smells the answer of the ancient riddle is locked in the hair that you want to kiss in the very end when is near
This day is wandering horse
unfed
lying in the mud
how long could I run
in the sake of repletion
Look at me
Dear Doe
I am no green
The light is no white
only the mud survives
surmount
all
the relentless heat of safe choices feels like sharp spike entering through the back of your head destroying everything in its path coming out of the heart
manage fear my dear doe - proudly wear a muzzle
tolerate sadness tolerate solitude is way to behold powerless spirits
outblazing chemistry everything is rejected and rejecting every day is a new doe due to the facts it is all confirmed and retrograding for free oh empty sight of being oh foolish queenless moon
YOUR FAILURE AND YOUR MUD INSIDE I CAN CARRY THEM AS MINE
blood on the tennis court so long green balls so long alacrity of Monday mornings
how cold the red eye is how slow the rabbit