the relationship
between
pen and poet
image and reality
truth and death
in essence
eclipse
me
these are merely
attempts
to
validate
my impotence
in matters of
ultimate reasons
the truth is soulless
the soul is decadence
decadence is poetic
beauty has to be discovered
with these lines
nothing is certain
but
after my death
they cannot
be
otherwise
an axiom that is simultaneously
a preposition
as an aspect of infinite action
all poetry is excerpts
prismatic layers
of the unknown mind
mysterious voices
crucified on paper
in
awe
