the truth is

a lone white beast

gasping for air

in a dense lair,

a colorless place

in which we stare

into suffering echoes

that riot within

the startling marrow…

the abysmal darkness

says hold on

and the pale beast

screams “let go!”

oh, who am I

and what is my

face in the world

of design and

famished closets?

Assiyula Hallelujah

a demon chokes

on the wings of an

angel

and everything good

treads on the road

of fuckery

and the only salvation

lies at the soles

of a breakdancing god…