at what frequency do you dissipate into?
when karmic nirvana can be reached
at the degree where the arch of a back feels safest
when the image of emotion crawls back into its hole
when regenerative trepidation kicks down your front door
when the invocation cries into the ether
where will you lay down when time falls flat on its ass?
watching millennia pass molting to glycerin
how will you cope with the disintegration of your conscious?
cope with the disintegration of all that surrounds
cope while intimacy latches to weaponization
i weaponize my corporeal ego
in flicks and kicks
and high skirt slits
can you fuck the shit out of life?
does life fuck the shit out of you?
do you wrap your tongue around its wet insides?
does it shove its forearm down your throat?
do you dig your nails into its supple underbelly?
does it mount the force of sapience deep into your loins?
i mount it and it feels so fucking good
Exesentia
Wyatt Swartzendruber · poetry · For sexting, technology, observation, skin shedding.