10/13/23

Collapse infinite suns into my black, black irises. Lease the supergiants to explode my cornea out my sclera in fiery supernovae. Astral orbit in cycles… all the light I can no longer see. Push the densified remnant cores to my cochlea and let the black hole make it such that the sound will never escape into me. Let its journey incinerate my trigeminal nerve: the flame that eliminates temperature. Some problems are too big for me to solve. I scream these things at myself in a purity of dissonance. Better to forgo resolution. Best to delve down inside, ice over to a permanent frost.