No Ego For Sum

jungles climb up the veins
inject leaves into the brain
turn him peacefully sane
he dreams of migraines to relax.
distraught,
enough humans stepped back.
zero xanax but he still collapsed,
like Russia in the 90s
rushing to peace,
gold lust the disease.
with nothing to plead
to an assertive authority
causing chasms in communities
acronyms arranged
busy, begging to bleed.
the concrete felt soft like clouds and
nondescript contraptions mapped surroundings
unconscious from the blots he pounded
left bleeding out in the south, man
bag the knife
watch bobby walk by
purgatory held his mind tight
chemical reactions tried to find life
eyes only had room for white light
aware the movements of the tides died.
he watched
as an aeon contracted language
astral plains embraced abstracted damage
he clocked
stars didn't fall they landed
soul spiralling up hidden augmentations
dimensions topple systems of conversation
separating from his makeshift
carbon caged skin
only to form one nation
it sprouted quickly
like sacred symmetry in meditation
separated from earth
by the tarmac and kerb
he dreamt in gold
drive quick in the car
while his soul aged cold
which is more lucky, cousin?
the rising or the setting sun
doesn't matter coz they're one
our perspective distorted
engaged in molecular hoarding
caught with lawless portions
of horse-shit the light dimmed
turned into the last rhythm
he ever glimpsed
he let go and as he let go the boils burst –
& as he let go the shadows gave way to a sunset red illumination –
& as he let go memories bubbled at the brim of the brain –
& as he let go tears fell silently 'til they did not fall at all -
& as he let go the vehicle lifted off –
& as he let go
the carriage filled with the sound of mottled skin clapping.