Binary Elysium

A half-empty glass rests amiably, gently refracting the awful gaze of a dying sun plunging headlong into the depths of a darkened sea splintering its volatile rays into shards of caustic munitions to bombard the sunken skin of a sturdy skeleton grip and exaggerate the amber emptiness staining the smooth hourglass fragility.

A wily grasp is suddenly loosened and hoisted to decant the rigid flow of spirits through pursed lips reeking of cheap cigars and condemnation as an angular clock face depicts the waning of an anonymous evenings indefinability. Stilted pockets of mediocrity shine in full-moon brilliance neath gaping eyes with hollow reflections of the corrosive sieving of accounting sands slighted at an extreme angle to view the smeared black ink splattered across an unfettered horizon with an awkward stare. One single grain of smooth sand slides down the pinched tunnel neck of a shapely timer drifting calmly as a feather fiercely to land atop a towered heap to shake loose its delicate foundations summoning a determined glance from anticipating eyes shuddering in sarcastic relief as the last amber drop breaks and scatters upon a vast, vacant jaw to quench a dying thirst and satisfy a denied desire.

Time is like poison. Once you drink it all, you die.

You’re going up on an escalator that’s also a ladder that’s not moving but is. You’re going up only it’s really Everything moving down to fascilitate Illusion. Who’s fighting with Delusion over who’s got a better head game going. Nobody’s talking but all you can hear is Somebody. Illusion and Delusion both are claiming that one for themselves. Belief laughs, long and deep, from the belly. With a hint of (from?) Malevolence but it might really be Indifference. Everything/you keep(s) moving down/up. You think you might be dizzy, see a light, know where you are, etc…

But Nobody has teamed up with Delusion now to get Belief to convince you that Somebody/Illusion has fed you a bunch of bad acid, but Somebody is adamant that Illusion is Nobody and Delusion is a fucking liar, and you’re not sure if what that means is: all of this is True or: none of this is True or: some of it is true and some of it is false or: what it would mean to accept even meekly any of these options as even remotely possible. You don’t even know if they are options.

Hallucination laughs, short and manically. She’s fucking Belief with a black serrated dildo. Belief is doing something too horrible to see, but you look anyway. Just don’t write it down.

Truth remains awful silent, or Nobody’s talking too loudly for you to hear Her.