Sunday, November 21, 2010

What Creates

Desire sits there in its angry certainty –
a mission and a fusion and a fission –
so efficiently constructed to annihilate,
burn hot: to decimate the spot that, blasted,

will eject the last impediment to entropy:
an entity of enmity fueled by the prohibition
of resistance, with no other goal than to
exult in the destruction of its own existence:

or else corrode whatever comes in contact
with its toxic heat: to beat whatever’s in its
way until the thing humiliatingly retreats,
abates. To think that this is what creates!


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