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Tristan Parikka ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ He/him I intend to post my poetry and other work here... My website - https://surrealizeit.neocities.org/

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I'm thankful & delighted to have two pieces featured in this issue, "Dusting Ashen Shadows" & "Drawing Lightning" ๐Ÿ˜Šโœจ

05.03.2026 23:17 ๐Ÿ‘ 4 ๐Ÿ” 1 ๐Ÿ’ฌ 1 ๐Ÿ“Œ 0
A digital cut and paste poem that reads: 
as the curtain rises : It is too late. 
cascading / capricious / behind the scenes, 
setting the stage for / a solar eclipse 
completed the circuit / As a perfect circle 
and / when I reach the height / I meet with / this black sun 
a / Leviathan, / a monster, / a sort of / winding round 
whose will / is 'to Kill', / by devouring all 
it / runs ahead of me, 
oozing black / and / as a magnet draws 
infinite horizons of / standing in flames, / of no return. 
twice over a traitor: / But no one can escape 
pressed up against / a double bind: 
already haunted / I am not the / storm waves 
if the groans of the dying are / froth in the sea, 
I will / live it as a wound / glaring and inescapable 
the blade of the guillotine falls, 
I divide myself in / between two rivers 
my head in my hands. / a door half opened, 
thus opens wider to / โ€”forever.

A digital cut and paste poem that reads: as the curtain rises : It is too late. cascading / capricious / behind the scenes, setting the stage for / a solar eclipse completed the circuit / As a perfect circle and / when I reach the height / I meet with / this black sun a / Leviathan, / a monster, / a sort of / winding round whose will / is 'to Kill', / by devouring all it / runs ahead of me, oozing black / and / as a magnet draws infinite horizons of / standing in flames, / of no return. twice over a traitor: / But no one can escape pressed up against / a double bind: already haunted / I am not the / storm waves if the groans of the dying are / froth in the sea, I will / live it as a wound / glaring and inescapable the blade of the guillotine falls, I divide myself in / between two rivers my head in my hands. / a door half opened, thus opens wider to / โ€”forever.

A digital cut up poem I composed on the 6th of September 2025.

Today I revised its visual appearance to be in line with my more recently composed poems...I aim to edit my other older poems in the same manner & only with these edits post them here as I go ๐Ÿ’ซ

#poetry #darkpoetry #cutups #poem

12.02.2026 18:45 ๐Ÿ‘ 3 ๐Ÿ” 1 ๐Ÿ’ฌ 0 ๐Ÿ“Œ 0