no static at all
static
feedback
loop
"Tell me why." is not "Tell me what you're feeling."
and it doesn't have to be
you don't have to be anything
you don't have to have anything
you don't have to- do anything
So tell me.
from one ear out skyward there's nothing but compound flesh and blood in between
mottled flushes of guilt irradiated like heaven and earth, a show (i'll show you) like and how they've never seen
purgatory
Alrest's abyss
flames, why's he purple, punch him and it squeaks, why's it purple, flames
Elysium's fall
no conscience
no compass
no static at all
Yield, fallen angel.
Yield to me.
Yield to what I want.
Yield to what your father has told me.
Yield.
Yield.
Yield.
Yield.
Yield.
Fall.
Slower now.
The beast moves in pain.
The beast is wild, a creature of no judgement--
Certainly not.
Plenty, the very Fount, of Judgement.
No, certainly.
The beast discerns.
The beast has sentience.
The beast is sentient.
The beast is.
The beast is beautiful.
Slower, now.
The beast moves in pain.
The beast avenges.
The beast cries out in pain.
The beast lashes out in pain.
The beast lashes out before it is hurt.
The beast knows what is coming.
The beast has always been hurt.
The beast lashes out.
The beast is bound.
The beast is unbound.
Slower. Now.
We had no choice.
Had.
Had we not created such a blunt instrument--
No.
The beast knows remorse.
The beast is human.
The beast is product of its circumstances and its instantiation.
Brutes, both and all.
...
A world full of individuals
of gathered heads.
And would this beast, wilful, synchronize?
nor can be canceled back half a line, now your head clear
--do your words, free, flow--
no conscience
no compass
no static at all