Eater of Pain – a poem

From five to zero, not intended, lest

Pains of sleep take over, fill the nerves

With horror and suffering, sold instead

Into duality wondrous and wild, aches

Subsumed by care and fuss, consumed.

*

Broken razors grow inside the hands

Like slow crawling nuclear fires let

Loose from harnessed stars a’glow

Like furnaces unleashed from time;

This darklight eaten without pause.

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