the furies abed
no rock to look under
in a harrowing silhouette
malheur guillotine debauché

then there are spells
that bind certain persons
to infernal gods
but you and i
sit on a bare stone
unfold our delight and our sorrows

russell vought, curtis yarvin, peter thiel and the heritage foundation gave T Rump a cat laser and we have to stop playin confused cats

the simultaneous
and ignoble end
of all your truth
and illusions, or/
waiting for the general strike.

If you are lucky you are given a hive and a harp each with various frequencies of pitch and order.
but subscribe to their order and find yourself in a fold
unable to see what is coming
unable to stop the undoing
free to die to your self and be cast into the equality of all things.

fast expecting ⁣
there would be more afraid ⁣
there would not be enough ⁣
until words sprung open
felt the weight ‘a’ lends tension line up all the
abs ob pro re sub de e in inters of ject and jection