Ethics On The Precipice

It’s a murky world that dull dark light

That is animal greed

Where every human element

Is boiled away the cracks in reality

To the white bone of animal agony

For this is the edge of everything

The cracks down the sides of reality

The spaces between the cord

Drifting shoals of waste in the drear places

The final disorder of all forms the cracks in reality

For this is the edge of everything

A point where it does not decay anymore

The dust finally gets out it belongs to the end

I felt the edge of a strange euphoria

The sky like poisoned silver

With the leavings of unhuman minds

Somewhere towards the end

Construction of things fell apart

The cold sweating centre

Ripping along nerves digging

Into marrow down in the blood depths

Where everything grows entwined

Dead grey flesh pressing against the cord

Muscles knot pushed all the way

To drown out everything strange

To sweat you in your bed

A memory of water

Somewhere towards the end

It is slow and cold

In the sludge of human misery

Empty of dreams burning with tension

But it’s early here at the end

The heart dragging and

The chill of old silver

Night at the end of the world

Clawing the bottom of my lungs

At the corners of perception

Like ragged glass over nerves

You will have to claw it from them

Crushing life into the methane

Watch the old earth ebb away

A sound like the universe apart

Like the sorrow of a dream