Circle Takes the Square Non-Objective Portrait of
Karma Letras:
Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to
mention and surely some koan suggests 'neglect
leads to perfection' but the more I turn my face
from the crowd the more I feel my backs'
increasingly compelled for the sake of escape, to
turn a knife on itself, a knife of relief, from
all the petty insight and finally I'll sleep, I'll
sleep through the night. Bored as fuck with this
street corner-cover. study of a face in a figure.
surveying this language as a game surveilence of
this language as the plague. the dimension of
persistence condemns. This portrait of karma,
crafted in accident text book seduction, minus the
text in the language of ghosts and so we ran, like
the wolves were biting, the inhibitions of their
prey kept them from screaming "scratch my
back and I will stab you in yours" so I chose
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to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in
someone else's heart to heal my own. just a
victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part
for you. but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this
fractal code, weary of this hallway lined with
ghosts. just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of
blood to let them in their words will cause the
sweetest fracture from a stone's throw just a
scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome
them parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like
spirits mingling in the mist that we crafted, a
starving jury, let them eat shit from our
trembling hands. The heat for heat's sake, on this
Barnard block of Congress deductively speaking,
the polar of progress well maybe I put too much
faith in the accident entranced, we danced toward
the ripest display of escape let the starving
ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. In this chess game of
language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch
the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild
crafted rose.
Letras: Non-Objective Portrait of Karma Circle Takes the
Square [final]