Acéphale

I want no constraints

No limit to self

No filtered safe reality

No denial of all things raw

No dilution of individuality

I want nothing

We are collectives

I am alienated

Hardly able to focus

My breath

Lost in being

Everything at once

I am the reality

Of a planet

Dead

We live on

As the destruction

As the ashes

As wounds

It was never about hope

Nor was it about prevention

Selfishly I live as myself

Away from conceptions

Of outsideness

With desire armed

But with no emancipation

And delirious in a winter heat

I am looking I am looking

I am straining

Visions I have had

Have fragmented into

Something darker

Nearer

Already here

Corpses still lay in flowers

We still grasp at ends

Palms opening to

Reveal nothing

Yet with a certain stillness

My own lifelessness

Everything has finally arrived

But I can't

Watch as this

Crumbles thinking

Only of me

Beyond boundaries

Beyond borders

Beyond self

I always have