Cloud cloud knife
Aug 7, 2023
Every hero you ever wanted turns
out to have candy floss bones,
an optimum way of wriggling
out of being worthy of worship.
No one can be a visionary
missionary today, not unless
they’re a democratic masochist
too. Protection is awesome until
realising you have to leave
yourself open to the shuddering
the cracked timpani of attraction
brings: a cloud cloud knife
of an echo that sees you, claiming
this sound is knowledge is love.
