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