shooting illumination from tiger brook by anatole anatole anatole

retrying work, tasks I left unfinished
on purpose, perfectionist wombat
quarterstaff closely bitten vampire bat
I am Hyperion’s blackened image

sentinel chase me
sentinel eat me
sentinel be me

there’s nothing in it for you
your desires immolating
sidestep emanating

I will kneel on all fours for my beheading
I will pray to my God for my executioner wedding

sentinel chase me
sentinel eat me
sentinel be me

birthmarks across the stars
every person looks like an animal
brusque introductions and emotional scars
down on all fours, it takes five sweeps until I am no more

I want to be consumed by myself

sentinel chase me
sentinel eat me
sentinel be me

I stand in place and stand
in my folds a severed hand

• Experimental
• amateur
• drones from hole
• drones from piano
• lo-fi
• Nashville