I'm wearing my pheremonial attire
I'm listening to the symphony of silence
A non-existent deaf and dumb choir
Sing songs of vague peace and distinct violence.
Tear drops are parabolic and
Technology is disguised as enthusiasm.
I can only find clarity in the shambolic
And confusion in the most powerful orgasm.
I wish I lived in the future
And my father was the holy spirit
The final cut is nothing but a suture
For transience living as if it were infinite.