nathanael.ink

i want to scream the world in order
a dead neck to loose the head
to turn toward our first history
then forever after death

and through rubble a thousand years settled
I’d let it out
first little diamonds then a blistering curse
unbending what we made to be “curved”
un-curing what they meant to be cured

like god I’d speak my way into being
nvm scream, I’d scream to make it clear
no doubt could be excused
no curse would be excess
every judge under me [assimilate]
to the only mind I trust
the only key I have