I am almost among the nonexistent, teetering on a precipice
The last marrowed bone scaffolds still extrude offered up for the impact
Of a rolling and searching and beating tide of fear

Night and blindness

If I am not recognized as real, what is done to me cannot be described as violence
What lays ahead of me will not be worth remembering, a systemic incompatibility

I remain, suspended, but still, strangely, animated

Night and blindness

A scepter, a specter, a scythe
A precipice refuge,
Ordained for endangered life,
Exposed, and barren, and windswept.

Sovereignty claimed through the work of death,
A spiral transgression.

A spiral transgression.

Night and blindness

A scepter

A specter

A scythe

Transgression ingrained through suspended attack,
An enemy's revelation.

Sovereignty claimed through the work of death,
A spiral transgression.

Night and blindness

A scepter, a specter, a scythe,

Witness to an amputation,
Ordained for life laid bare,
The sequelae of excommunication.

Night and blindness

A scepter
A specter
A scythe

When the blood of the other
Is an attempt on my blood

When the life of the other
Is an attempt on my life

Existence anchored in erasure
Existence for a ruler of life
A few scented flakes of violet
‘With his death fade the dreams of the world'

Life beyond utility,
A thing condemned,
Forced to stand,
All transparency and massacre,
Decreed to be nothing,
Ungrievable,
In death-worlds of exception.

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