the
yes the
tongue
of night

there
pushing
descending like pulp
crushing like permanence
like, like muscle
totally arriving
like totality
over the pain of
self

ah crushed
so many interactions
blending like the consumptions
of a hungry light

many will disbelieve
and doubt
and question
and reject
and deny

but
yes
the
…
the
night
has a tongue
as long as
eternity

made hungry as
the frail fragile foolish
expanse

isn’t everything like light
sinking to the skin like a
single song

yes begin
swallowing me up
you dirty
silence

Nihilistic Poetry