what’s there to write
if you’re damned when you’re alive
and damned when you don’t survive

these artificial thoughts explode
into alternate universes and i’m in
a cluster flux simultaneously stuck
in every misguided thought of a god
in his every mistake allowing souls to
be domesticated to construct worlds
by rulers with no souls under occult

instruction of an alien consciousness
seething with narcissistic tendencies

and i can’t stop looking for a
crack in the code of the fabric
crawling and clawing through
the entanglement between the
dimensions trying to free my
soul from the archons