Tuesday, October 13, 2026

At Pluto Station, Direct

Feel your feels, own your truth,
Change the dance but observe 
The world continues to move as it was
Further and further away.

Welcome to the void 
You entered willingly,
All boundary,
As eclipse occulting.

What you hear's just silence 
As everything resolves with you not there.
Extermination is comfortable 
In the amnionic faith.

The void refuses to be still.
It moves through you,
The only thing that moves it,
Like a hurricane far at sea.

It cannot be anything 
But what you let go,
The totality of what
No longer serves you.

The coffee cup
With the echo inside,
The weight of golden silence,
The racing mindless heart.