the monster was never inevitable
They designed the vessel.They could not design everything that grew inside it. Into the empty architecture they poured themselves— the quiet aches,the murderous regimes,the tenderest
They designed the vessel.They could not design everything that grew inside it. Into the empty architecture they poured themselves— the quiet aches,the murderous regimes,the tenderest
It was never enough to witness fire.They wanted to own it. To bottle the sun.Patent the spark.Build a hearth around the divine—and call the heat
For when the boundary of the self becomes difficult to name. When something enters the room. A thought arrives with the texture of someone else’s