T H E E N D C O M M U N E

throwing a molotov cocktail
and genuflecting afore the cross;
cuddling with your newborn
and touching private parts of virgins;
vomiting alcoholic filth
and caressing the lamb's wool;
telling children not to play with knives
and thrust a blade through your flesh;
getting disgusted by other people's smell
while scraping the skin off of rotten elk's bones;
feeling the absolute euphoria of love
while harnessing the absolute chaos inside yourself:

these are the twelve sides
of the weird abstraction
we call the dodecahegon
of life and of death
whose vertices
are our experiences
and whose edges
are our actions