Near Zero Blog

I am the dick bug,
shedding skin,
growing harder with each molting
Until I die
The die is cast

I walk in the dark
Along lines
Of circumspection

From brain springs alphabet
Soil, dust, and excrement
Reason lining the firmament
I am the one of un-one
I am the none of un-none
I am what’s become
The multitudinous voice
Plain as day
When night was preferred

Blue blossoms blue unwanted
Yellow glows in turns
Red furrows rainbows into urns
Born to be beaten for pleasure
is death of life beyond measure
Forward to die, left to live
Pleasure and pain
Without treasure

Mind’s a parthenogenesis
Reproducing self
Letting go is easy
When one isn’t what one is