for Oliver
And fuck this world
and its smug complacency
and its complacent smugness, too.
A curse on all the world’s empty talk
and on its portentous inapplicable ideals
dangling from fake heavens of wry convictions.
And fuck this world
fighting down my soul
as it opines on those I call my own,
and my close ones and my dear ones.
A curse on this world’s priorities
and on its coy death cult
curating maps of the dead and fascinations for the half-dead
Am I arrogant?
I’m not arrogant.
The truth is arrogant.
Τhe truth must be arrogant:
it otherwise ends up muffled.
Sraosha 