metempsychosis

dependent arising from the ashes
crosses on the walls
staining the phoenix with lies
until everything surrounding you crashes
ends up in a pile of bodies
or stashed up in dust-ridden files

revival betrayed
in the wake of the multiple
the dragon begging to be slayed

burying everything but
         a trance of acceptance
                                  of death

speaking in riddles to silently describe
the difference between “I” and “mine”
so what? they suffered and grasped
in the dawn made so greatly vast

for us to destroy the presumption
of no traces of light
they only thought they got it right
with their undying consumption
of the myth of purity
the messiah spits in your face, fucks in dirty bathrooms,
is a theory-practice of multiplicity
that blooms from obscurity

carcasses decompose decomposed decomposition of old feces thrown at our faces
putting us underground to later refer to the cases
as misadventures or other such measly terms
and anything we did affirmed
their right to touch and leave traces

now the time has come for a different burial, so stuff your mouth with worms
that ate away on your days
making you stay inside four walls, no apparent end to the swarms” the swarms
the swarms the swarms of faces
these apparitions in the crowds
these syntactical hauntings staining the places
of comfort and warmth with a pit full of shit
allow yourself to award them no graces

for you see to which they are blind to, right under their noses
the damage has been done by their made-up poses
for the pictures no-one wants to take, so the camera smashes
to the ground with a thud! and streets now full of blood splashes
make way for resurrection
no longer under the public hypnosis
the crowds emerge radiant
through the lustrous light of metempsychosis