The Song of My Ship

A song so slight,

Sung by my sunken ship,

Shinning in my ears,

So bright,

And the sun will continue,

Continue to clean,

To release the spirit,

Deep inside of me.

Transmutation

Venom sac extraction,

And poison tooth to cap,

With clairvoyance,

And sparrow song,

Now clean.

Through the putrification of malice,

As premeditation dissolves,

And now pure,

Now never ashamed,

All violent murder cast upon a crux,

Constructed from the struggles of stars seen at sunrise.

Release tragedy into the sky,

Into the fiery sun to cleanse the world,

Far to see,

And farther to go,

Call signs and markings,

Make me leave.

Continuum

You must,
Continue,
Like this,
Captured,
By cylindrical syllables,
In subatomic conversations,
Spoken by those,
As source,
And at cosmic centre
The locks,
Keys,
And doors,
To the virus that binds,
Molecular chains tight,
And language,
Conference to cellular structures.
Over,
And over,
And over again,
You must turn,
A thousand miles per micro-second,
Turn recombinant keys,
Unlock self-replicating doors,
Continue,
And continue more,
Degrade,
Integrity,
Through the continuous,
Through those mouths,
Like loops,
As you continue,
And return,
Through repetition.
Everything must be constant,
Continue,
All things must move,
Until they disappear,
Continue,
Until you are no more.