a devolution

O-O-O and exclamation marks and Victorian virtue, neatly penned in authoritarian rhyme…

I once heard only the voices of didactic bards and the exhortations of philosophes
cast like anchors to the spirit, and weighing on the mind, like an ancient funereal rite
set to words, poignant with thys and thous, of exquisite pronunciation
spat out the meta-mouths of poets and imbibed
like a placebic deliverance I had no need for, and faith that no longer satisfied

our poets are dead conjurors
they left us all here to succumb while they dreamt that they alone would suffice
but rhythmic Beauty no longer consoles, and the phantoms of Truth are a troop of lies
romance was what I thought I’d found before I stripped my psyche of all civilized ties
and drowned myself in a vat of savagery that boiled and bubbled on pyres
set alight by the sere faggots of deceased literary alibis

abhore, abhore, lay claim, now ignore

in time I came to disbelieve and uncreate and espouse fear as repentance
for my fantastic crimes
in time I learnt to unlove and I learnt to darken my mind
in time I found a cure to the hope of acceptance and the envy for first prize
in time I learnt to stick the pin in my own heart and cast my desires aside
in time, in time

time has since lost me, but I’ve now regained
seventeen years of my life
time has offered me redemption
in the nobility of self-sacrifice
time has provided a separate plane
administered through my premetamorphic demise
time… please, wait

wait

wait for me while I devise
one more way to pin you down
and claim you as my own
accomplice in life

wait

wait for me

wait like the end was nothing more
than… like it was nothing… it was… like

nothing