About the Endling.

Um..From one of those "high" times.

I come
from
this
empty
child.

to
madness.

…...

Ah,
my endless!
Some  of  
your
dead, dead days
are
like blue
fish  in
 a crater
of cadenze.

You solicit  
virtuosity, condemn curiosity.
Let me
drink you,
My endless.
Always...
With aggressions, philosophical incandescence and murderous agitations.
Always,
my evermore.
contradict me.
---
What was
What ever is,
your post-colonial subterranean filth.
Let me drink you.

We must die,
Before I ask
about love and the varieties of broken skulls.
We must become dust.
We must find art in the broken penis and pregnant men.



We must let the distance swallow us,  
let the forest walk in and dissolve us

..
And this desire  
is born outside us.
Libido,
and linear ferocity are outside us.
Our counter-argument continuum,
I do not crave you, you do not crave me.
We do not sadistically embrace the reality that incinerates  us.
..
My endless. 

My reptilian sculpture.
We must pursue bliss and a winter of excessive internal entropy.
Must we?
Insanely..,
breed and rot the skin of an alien earth.
And battle,
to conquer heavily fictionalized versions of our ancestors.

But,
don’t.

We are not in love
We are inside love.
endlessly.

Reviews

[Circe]

wow Thorne... the high times have been most exceptional to you ;)

i feel like there is a condemning of reality/convention... a contrast of what is innate, born within.. against the temporaries of the external.. that love inside is endless.. it endures with us.. you are an artistic philosopher! parts of this was visceral while other parts tender.. i like that kind of natural shift in tone, it's real, it's raw... has a contemplative pace.. love this.. and the terms you have created.. eg. internal entropy!!

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Probably the reality seems more absurd than it is when we're "heightened" :P. Happy to know you liked a piece of my madness. Thanks Circe :)

[Circe]

you make words sound interesting together, it's a mad skill :)

[Paula]

Quite a read. Full of meat and potatoes for the mind.

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Another great Indian poet ready to be discovered. There are pockets of brilliance, I see them too.

[Thorne Heathenspring]

Thanks :D But I slightly condescending are we ? :P lol. No need to call me an Indian. Just saying!

[Circe]

poet is poet... a universal part of who we are.. it transcends all else! :)

[Thorne Heathenspring]

:)

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

i take a personal interest in poets from India, because I used to live there. Is your pen name supposed to transcend or hide that?

[Thorne Heathenspring]

That's not just my pen name. What does "pockets of brilliance " imply?

[Circe]

hey, Thorne is Thorne, there is no pen name here :) I don't think it's about hiding or transcending... when we are who we are for as long as we know, that is our true self and we can't imagine being anything else.

[Circe]

btw.. you are entirely brilliant.. imho!

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

Well I'll be happy to read more of your writing. No point being sensitive, we all mean well here.