Meditations On the Existential and Artaud
Speak to me until your words become meaningless.
The sound of your vibrations becomes a gesture of the metaphysical.
In our human confines its fruition is as fruitless as salvation.
Your mouth becomes a prism of incantation
Chanting meaningless literal meaning
Conceived of Eve,
The endless desire for purgation
All lies
I will not condone a god that condemns me
Give us the sacrament, expelled to eternal chaos
Embrace!
There in lies harmony through acceptance.
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