Anal Wonderland

time. eternity in an instant
fantasies commingling in immutable dynamism
tomes scrit in search of a word
of a person
a feeling
the truth of a feeling

can a disparate collection
of moments and ideas
ever truly be loved
or love in return

I hate you all so dearly
you ragged husks of contradiction
with your antithetical missions
and self-defeating notions of triumph

unknowable
gazing through a glass darkly
intentions disobeyed
vitiare in perpetuum