ascension (rewritten)



I walked on the vast plateau the everlasting wind of time

had blown away, the sand exposed millions of skeletons

and the memory of man wench the brain was walnut-sized.

The brain is larger now, filled with images of pornography

and wars on many fronts.

I came to an oasis I must drink or explode into atoms

but the water was full of coagulated blood.

I walked on crushing rib cages gleaming in the moonlight.

A vast iceberg blocked my way, sparkled like a diamond

decorated with religious promises of salvation.

I had to climb up and over the hindrance if I wanted to know

what was on the iceberg’s other side?

Emptiness or the final axiom?

I reluctantly began my ascent, the hands cold as my heart.


lemon tree very pretty ►


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