THE BOOK OF WURRM V.1

“The ascension of fate neither bends nor breaks.”

-WURRM

Pleasure and pain, the delicate strain

To cleanse away the hailing rain pailing down our brains.

The only experience that exists -

Is the one I know

Immutable

until a new hue makes itself glow.

(We are all not real)

A singular truth

An understanding of reality,

the only REAL that’s REAL is the one that I know

Because the REAL is now~

Right now.

Right here.

No one else can know.

But we both know

That these thoughts sure do grow

A vessel to sail

A kettle to boil over hot.

I can wave my arms wildly,

And bellow a tone,

But only you can account for the hideous gloom

Of the golden

Doodle

(((Moaned)))

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My memories are my little cups stacking

Polaroids

Hanging from a single twine slacking

Time collapses.

“And we’r3 here!”

*and we’r₃ back*

Up in smoke

A figment of dreams.

A voice inside your head.

Speaking within the gentle rose crackle of the radio frequency jackal.

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The static begins to cackle.

The silence come creeping in~

An array of sprinkles comes waxing.

It’s nice in here, in this

laser-thin

glazed,

misty e.y.e.d

daydream,

turned night scream.

A howl. For now.

Everything I know to fill my head.

The dripping is hot

I feel the dribble hit my lips

Everything pisses out

tastes like brine

on this jagged time line.

And on the voyage I go.

Wading through the snow

Sowing as I row.

Waiting

For ever.

Piece by piece.

Row by row

Foaming an opinion.

To spit out, glossy

until my mouth is nice and frothy.

Peering to the horizon.

Praying for one last run

in the

Hot

Hot

sun.

I know not before me

(I was not there)

I know not after me

(FUCK

To just

BARELY

Know

What COULD be there)

I know not beyond me - for it is the SAME space as before me

the space below.

The d_e_e_p & glorious.

The immortal UNKNOWN!

yet here we learn.

A new slip of slop

From me.

To you.

To me.

From YOU.

Then by magic

(Or by luck?)

The knowing becomes

A glass casket

a quick tock

Daydreams come crashing

But instead

We continue to knock

but…

[|[|NOW|]|] CAN EXISTS

because here

IS RIGHT NOW!