firstwake

you'd be choking on your flame

my son without a name

made king of all the wastes

and forever will swallow us alive

we'll be abstracted from time

we can let the tides wash over

this is the epilogue to the introduction

hold tight to all your systematic theories

that help you to sleep at night

but remember

that there could be no sufficient certitudes in hell

father

forgive them for they know not what they do

mother

receive me because i'm coming home to you

does this cup run dry?

look at what we've done again

we wage war in the name of love

using gold to fill the holes in your hands

caught in the paradox

juxtaposed between bifurcated black and white. and my propensity to fail you

caught in the cyclical narrative of violence that invokes your name to justify genocide

they'll take everything

we traded water for salt

something whole for something equally as broken as us

now dying of thirst

we'll write this out in blood and shut you in a stone cold time

where the air rots out

leaving us alone

we chose to be alone

i was given to cup to quench parched tongues

but i became drunk

and lust lynched my lungs

father

forgive them. for they know not what they do

mother

receive me

because i'm coming home to you

does this cup run dry?

for they know not what they do