ha-etk at,e tt - 32, 32, 32 HcL.

almost stream of consciousness; written between 21:22-21:41 PM, 30th Nov 2015 in the year of some messiah

i am the seer, i am sovereign i am nothing i am all
in death as in life i am nothing and all

i am the bestial poet, the mungoose battling the jormund serpent
in a fierce, stubborn struggle over pride and prey

i am just a mosquito on the body of an obese world
sucking the old blood drawn from its achilles tendons
where the wound inflicted with the dagger of ________
streams into a chalice woven with the fiber of nothingness

the raison d'être of parasites is the being of an appropriate host
but in my case, the host lies dead in my backyard
shot in the back of the head in a very emotional execution;
the funeral is due, you should come.

much as the snake which once encircled the world
i bite my tail and when i let go, bad things will  happen.

i, the sovereign, the spiritual hermaphrodite in a cloak of religious fascism,
am nothing, and yet i am the culture that is becoming
the civilization in which my children would thrive - but I refuse.