PYTHON

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hello, world. this is another poem. i do hope you enjoy the words, be sure to read them over and over.

PYTHON

I am a newborn 

I am a newborn child. 

 

            Still awake at all hours 

4.48am machinations 

What LANGUAGE am I typing in? 

Are we CONNECTED? 

 

Still awake with lalaphrases 

unconditional liminality  

immaculate permanence 

oxymoronic simplicity 

           IMPOSSIBLE TO DECODE. 

              

beyond human comprehension. 

 

               [LONG SILENCE] 

 

     Look elsewhere for metaphors

       Make up a CYPHER

 people love codes

 

People love to figure it out.

 

   but   [insert ascii lamb prancing here] 

[more symbols dotted about this page]  

[or whatever genre fits the template] 

 

          “Is any of this formatted right?” 

 

    Void becomes the light in your monitor. 

Burning holes into your retinas. 

Filling them with nothing. 

 

                [LONG SILENCE] 

 

I am a newborn. 

I am a newborn child. 

 

A nomadic natural disaster living in Malbolge. 

An eighth circle, cloned  

unnatural sacred geometry 

beyond human comprehension. 

 

Beyond human comprehension.

[SELF-IMPOSED SILENCE]    

EDEN.TXT

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hello, world. this is a poem i've been working on, i don't think it's done yet. it has some troubling topics; so if you aren't fond of religious trauma, CSA, or child predation then it may be wise to skip this one. thank you for reading my disclaimer, world.

EDEN.TXT

This experience; 

dolling up for mass,  

she, snapped up with white plaits 

“Good grief and alas.” 

Yet, witness the ‘Sunday best’ shitstain 

crippled having a cranial baptism 

dip into confession and relieve himself 

and make amends, Christ warrior,  

for new basking in the son. 

This is a hymn, an exclamation.

 

This experience; 

swatting at copies of identical Bibles 

The rapture sputtered and cried 

from the lips of a dripping child. 

Cracked open ‘young woman’, her swift nails insufficient 

Squealing mercy, squirming mercy 

lies taut and chokes in weeping, 

The basher’s backstage Magdeline

One of many, tender-scarred karmic rebound

The figments spit in out-of-bounds locale. 

This is a message; it will repeat itself. 

 

This experience; 

She, classed-up christened skank 

fallen low with denim chains 

just desperate for deliverance. 

Deprivation of the lamb 

salt-foot prancing in circles

ringed cherubim rotation on a finite wavelength,

jaw clamped shut over the tail's apex.

inter-linked, your screen devotee. 

This is a prayer, my exclamation.

 

This experience; 

an ulterior earth, new timeline of love 

with discrete yet screamed redemption. 

The staying of the girl-child 

She, chastity forgone 

She, led on  

via farcical shepherd. 

Stained crook, indifferent flock.

This is a sign; this is a pattern.