Notes Toward an Unhinged Manifesto vol.2

ipso facto
Stilted I walked
A twisted mass of grey
Shot through with color
At odd points
But unpainted by the flames
And untainted in their eyes
Made was I and broken
By the hands of a laughing god.

Notes Toward an Unhinged Manifesto

canto unum

Such were things

That the weight of the world

Lifted me not

From the strings of fire lost

Or the hills of desire and lust

For that which had dissolved

In time.