Runway Damiens

A longer poem, unconcise aphorism

Vile worms pierce my scalp and curl in retreat when peaked

Tarred grass seeps from every cut    every wound that was left from Deus

Casks of dirt hang suspended from my chamber of iris    retina

Genesis of flesh brought with it taint and most horrifying introspection

No amount of bronze coins stuffed between bone and meat can mend it

Yahweh's faulty etchings scramble for wrought reflections

Designed with a pungency in mind and thus inherent blossoming irony

Self-loathing without surplus or delight except for ambiguous depth is our honorable prerogative

And as

The reassurance of absurdity grasps us with a loving embrace like a needle piercing through new skin... inject

And as

the joke of godly endowed self-disgust goes on...

We stand to face that no one but us installed these councils of judgement

For it was indeed WE who birthed Yahweh out of our infant wombs

The light barrelling through our tunnel of creation    is our precarious

opportunity to not restate        but banish the diagnostic of the unattractive

Or instead, be damned to Damiens-esque torture of our visual self

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