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Behind, ahead of thee
The Chimeras brought,
With the self asunder.
The line of death humans has augmented
We dying and dying since we were born
A long long tree, an extensive line of thorn
Now we can live more proximally
Since the advent of all pixels, digitally
I am burning my old pictures of family and friends, no amends,
Since they don’t mean nothing for my future
As solid as the wall of lamentation, western Wall, wailing wall, Al-Buraq,
No one need pictures to wail the departed
As a healthy exercise or depression training,
But it brings a plus of dream and laugh at Mr Ripper
In time, we will have all of it.
All we once were and all we are.
Do you understand why
I’m saying fire goodbyes?
Not made to be social, incapable of maintaining lucidity alone
Before my departure nothing will remain
To eventually give another the same I’m experiencing
To erase me with cleanse certainty,
In an epoch of transient truth, of rising Intelligence,
Not for humility, only for rage against my kin,
Rage against wherever I been, whoever I meet, the Chimeras I brought into my deep,
My deep blue Sea, ahead and behind all thee.
Be certain, so secure, that after myself
Nothing of me will mend with reality
And nothing of thee will be seen in me.
