Sun black.
Charcoal spillage point.
Opium alkaloid.
A brave elixir.

Gone green to gangrenous black.
It heals that, too.
Polaroid white out

A gothic amnesia
& Northern remittance
In lost light
Of the silhouette’s bottomless hunger.


One blood ventricle to throb out in history’s flashy apex. I will prepare
for my death with putrid charms. Interrogate the selves vaporizing
in the death light with traffic hymns to ring in the swollen vessels’
red tinge and the solar disposability of the white masquerade made
from the afterlife. Blank pathogens, empty geographies: extracts from
the death knoll’s counter-world.