Plastic-Free Veins & Eyes Full Of Evil

Waiting for a signal to stop being anything,
sneaking into spaces where no one can follow,
chasing some kind of condensation,
droplets evaporating under dusty boilers.

I want to imagine valleys of rightness,
vestiges of spirit in health violations,
the four last things, buried treasure,
dopamine hits in the kingdom of heaven.

My thoughts and my words started pouring at an angle,
limbs flicked about at the will of strange orbits,
kicked out of heaven, jacking off to minstrels,
a diabolic mind punching disappearing mirrors.

God took a piss in my kiddy pool of truth.
We dug rivulets in the ether with our footsteps,
half angel, half zombie, half vacuum cleaner.
We found we contained the allactite we were seeking.