The Size of you

There is no joy here
There is no sadness either
just a perpetual malaise

Pain or banality?
Which would you choose

Are you choosing? 
Or are you just accelerating

You are on a spinning globe in a universe you will never understand
yet you keep asking big questions.

So stand still or run
either way you are moving

there is no standing still
no past      no future
there just is
and it's all too fucking fascinating to be bored
suffer, hurt, destroy, build,

Die


Live

You are infinitely expanding
You are unquantifiable

gravity with a woman's name

There is no letting go here
no moving on
no trajectory

you will remain here
with her scars, her pain, all transposed

you took what wasn't yours
and wore it, ate it, became it
and she spit you out

wet, masticated, unclean
no salvation here, just spit and fire

Cut it off like a poisoned limb
burn it like a diseased blanket
walk from the fire
never look bad

nothing was ever there for you, just gravity with a woman's name.
She will call out, and you will no longer hear.
That song is not for you anymore,
that hymn of loneliness, lies, deception, and death is her song
and you will never so much as hum it again