Friday, October 18, 2024

My Abyss [biogenerated poetry]

 My Abyss


My abyss is shallow

Staring at me

Drawing me in

Sucking me under

Pulling with a weight

That begins in me

And ends anywhere


It pokes at me

Reminding me

To touch my ear

And listen for the sound

The silent echos make

As they pass the barrier

Between me and it


My abyss is on fire 

Like the Cuyahoga River

Murdering the observer

Nietzsche’s superman

Would be incinerated here

To observe this abyss 

is true blindness


My abyss peers through holes

In wrists

Seeking for something to consume

As salt on shadows poses 

only for the damned

We interweave our narratives

With the sand

An hourglass in hand

Can no more tell time

In a sunless world

For an hour dies with the sun

Baking atoms for breakfast

You need a place

To have perspective 


From the perspective of my abyss

You are made of mud

Don’t look from here

This is where monsters are made

In the undifferentiated ether of the ego

Where men become shades and specters

Where souls are burnt away

Leaving only a residue of animal cruelty


My abyss stares into me every day

I do not fear it, but I do respect it

Enough to leave it alone


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