tartarus, our land is dead

*nothing beyond these four walls, no outdoors, no stars, the eyes of a thousand disguises.

there is the pain in the eye of the beholder, reduced to ash, overdosed on blue venom

patriotism is treason i've become my shadow i spit nonsense onto the sidewalk

in despair confession a darker religion: there is no purpose, no meaning

no history just mutiny of sensibilities

plausible denials