blast me to the moon to wallpaper it shell
with hieroglyphs and fear, for half an eternity.
I’ll live with the alien galaxies and remain
suspended in its bloated atmosphere.
satellites plaster lasers onto my skin, searing
disaster onto my ideals, fucking me over till
I bleed. syllables gradually sound, faulting,
brain-washing acid into skulls, glitching.
this ignorance couldn’t be infinite, but it was
and it will stay hooked into the shrivelling
bacteria of your contamination. the colours melt
around this existence. melt for another war.
there will be no peace, there will be no nothing.