ekphrasis: starry starry night

without my sheltered room
against which I speak
lost breath
from within this text
elaborating outside ‘me’
who came to lose to possess the desire
what is it I want by knowing
that ash alone cannot carry?
over and over that mountain is on fire
eyes hurt from glowing screen
THAT’S LIFE
suffering, gratification, etc.

watch how I watch war like pornography
what of it?
to be honest amounts to cruelty,
said voice i’d like to sleep in

headed to the clouds?
DECOMPOSING, ACTUALLY.

is this a disqualification from truth,
if the happening is composed on the tipping-
point, between anticipation and improvisation?

the hill, directing attention to humanity BEFORE THAT WENT KITSCH disappears.
I didn’t carry enough ash.
this context of car alarms.
THE RAINBOW SAID THAT.
anyone’s a condition.
he’s aestheticizing pain, refining agony.
PAIN’S ALREADY AESTHETIC in that it defines a limit, suggesting form,
the shattering of images, wrenched apart.
church spires, lost breath, deformed attention WHO’S DEAD? people, frauds
IT’S A REAL TRAGIC REALITY
embodied extrapolations that texturize
this desire to posses what it is that I want
by knowing
to speak
in echo closes DO NOT CRYSTALLIZE
touching sovereignty’s crevice
LOOK HOW FAR FROM SUBJECTIVITY YOU’VE COME
temporally bound integrations
within their lives TEXT what will you become?
YOU DON’T CARE FOR THEIR LIVES
so much otherwise within this room, burning while keyboards clack
SPEAK

- nicky