Bustuari - Starkweather

Abstract still life rendered in dyskinetic gestures.

It was beneath a cerulean sky split by the midday sun.

Face down scraping macadam broken glass glistening limits vision to

kaleidoscopic prismatic shifting.

It’s only the end of the world again.

Has it come to this: by your own hands betrayed.

Concatenate: retrace the tortuous path to realize what has begun.

Set into motion spiralling out of control.

Unrelinquishing hostilities as if ingrained in helix code.

Third from the sun and burning.

What you’ve heard in the whisper stream.

Fail-safe enabled contingency.

Sleeper cells awakening.

Erupting from ocean floors gathering storms across all shores.

Ministering outbreaks: maladies pandemics to wipe the slate clean.

From creation of time mankind searched the skies for answers.

Denied truths inside organized religions to serve masters.

You’re born alone you die alone.

Earth awake: shake yourself clean.

Renounce, renounce humanity.

Wipe the slate clean.

All desire of all fear.

All sorrows all things held near.

To your heart to your soul.

Where it hurts you the most.

Trafficking in tragedy.

All tomorrows become yesterdays.

By your own hands betrayed.