Identityfication
A comparison of equals
is a sum of assembly;
a treaty
between personally different flags
waving the same, white one,
to gain an other
additional component.
The simile of your smile
is as a method to metaphorize
a moment that lasts forever
in metamorphose
see:
it wouldn’t be worth the worth
if it wouldn’t transform
:(from the negative):
to the positive
through an influence
of contrasting communication.
Tale telling the same story
to an other is with
every another
a different
one
-or
two
(counting in subjects instead of objects)
and repetition
repetition
is
to rehearse
the inert of awareness
of the rehearsal to
remember to repeat
to plots our patterns,
which without iteration
would wind up
rewinding the unknown.
Finding is
not
a consequence of searching.
It is simply, primitively,
concurring unconsciously
in consciousness.
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Caravaggio, The Incredulity of St. Thomas (detail), c.1601
Lucio Fontana, Spatial Concept, 1960
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Thanatos
It’s not you. it’s me.
I feel like a hybrid human.
The only of its kind
that ties a brick to the gas petal
and prays constantly for a cliff.
Prayer like a postcard with no return address.
And maybe there are more like me,
more with steal in their bloodstream,
a lit match for a spine,
organs turning to mush,
stones under the skin.
I am racing towards thanatos,
I am moving in with him soon.
Pieces of me are missing and
my skin keeps healing over.
The body regenerates,
no one told it how to stop.
Everyone I’ve ever loved
rests in peace now.
I’m not allowed to call them home.
Can the dead remember?
Does their hair still grow?
Something in here smells
like rotting flesh.
It’s not me, it’s you.
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how I like to bargain
A homeless man sold me a paperclip
and now I’m broke
but I’m held together
let me do something strong for you
I fit neatly in an envelope with extra stamps
you can watch me from the window of a moving train
and when you see me growing smaller,
resolve to never let me fade
if you are all the colors of the universe,
can I be
the palette that holds you?
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The boy who could only tend plastic plants or how he remained, mostly, unloved
He sighed as
He poked the
Now dead plant.
Apparently
Living things
Needed care.
He pondered
This as It
Explained…
Everything.
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What is human existence? It turns out it’s pretty simple: We are dead stars, looking back up at the sky.
Dr. Michelle Thaller, NASA astronomer (via psych-facts)
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You and I in we and us
Innominate in the pseudonymous.
Nameless in the animus.
The we of us
Inconspicious.
But we or us
A capricious conspiracy
Of anonymous captivity.
To devour our depravity
We
See
Us
As a
Disposed possibility,
Placed on periodic points
On a gravity-less grid and
Hidden in the heat of hell
We
Burn
Us
Arising in the arousal of inferno.
Our fleshes the fuel to our fires and
Our brains breathing through the absorption of burns.
Us is in finite flaming and
We are or and and and neither.
I
Trying to attempt
You
Through
Possessive personal pronouns.
You
Tempting me
To a try.
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i explode around you.
like a supernova i erupt into light.
there is glitter all over the bed-
sheets.
i am fire and goosebumps;
a quivering mess,
delicately balancing
somewhere between “i love you.”
and “fuck.”
my mouth holds your name,
my tongue plays with it,
tastes it’s length and size,
my lips release it,
loud,
louder.
i am screaming a moan
that is inaudible to everyone
except you.
i know that you heard it,
like thunder before a storm,
an echo of familiarly.
i know you heard it,
wherever you are.
in my head in my bed, without. (via writingbyella)
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Catacombs
blue upon sky upon water
mirrors my soul
echoes of love
rumbling…
drumming inside
questions about my place in history
answers to every mystery
dwells in universal catacombs
living
breathing
heartbeats…beating
we hold worlds within
worlds within worlds
our physical bodies…mere
vessels and a mote
to keep it all
hidden…within these castle walls
that protect us
that separate us
FollowCB | Chris Bartlett I Copyright 2016
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Astley David Middleton Cooper (1856-1924) - Danae
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