if you
abandon yourself
stripped clean
of ego
bare electricity
suspended in
yourowndisbelief
what scars
could you draw
across the face
of art

if every neuron
fired in synch
the words dilate
until
each
syl
a
buhl
is
ringing
with all
the agony
life has
fed you

can you find
the flashing light
in the darkness
to guide your
weary spirit
home

i am an
ember
in the flames
of revolution
and though
i shall
fade away
those scars
remain

i don’t believe
in things like
heaven
or hell.

i don’t see
the need

we get one trip
only you can choose
if you’re remembered
as a hero or a real
fucking cunt
if you’re even
remembered at all