crushed

They breed in the dark.
They know when we sleep.
They like there life.

Booze and fantasy is a living death.

Leave them.

The cosmos looks unimpressed.
Not stopping the darkness
It created it.

The nuclear blanket of ignorance
Compressing, murdering the
Change. Filtering out
Jesus, all liberators, great
Thinkers. Wilhelm Reich,

Burnt his books, dead in prison.


My disaster of isolation.
The eternal pulse comes with
Small print, whispered voices.
Losing everything
All needed to awake,