Composition No. This

I ask you to sit beside me; let me put my finger in your ego,
You said «god is a dead dish»;
«well let the black holes swallow it,»
«Why all this buzzing; why all this electric nothingness,» You said «sex is the promise of death»
«I will promise you anything; toss your halo».
«The absence of the human element; I seek your animal-fuck-nature,»
«You think in colors like some infinite infant; conjuring kills,»
«Put the bullet to the context and it will bleed of meaning,»
There was a great halt upon the traffic and at the intersection I spit in
time’s face.
Resolute empires crush the occupant souls,
Stuff buildings of wonder into rain-water holes,
And the garbage recouped into growth hormones, Machines with no pity pump
fixed-rate-loans,
It all goes topical underneath my skin,
Where the bomb of my faith is wired to my sin,
I wanted her secrets now I just want her show,
Want to learn to live on what I don’t know.
Alone I breed; shadows of sleep,
Shed the day and the doing,
Lost cargos; let them kiss the deep,
The wine and bread of the wooing,
Let miracles mark the pride of gods,
Stop my own confusion from putting them to naught,
My calculated chaos will put worth to the odds,
And I will live the art I have wrought.