A glint, a rupture:
the scent begins in a hard gleam,
like breath fogging mirror-glass,
form without anchor,
promise without flesh.
Underneath,
a pulse, feral, pre-verbal, writhes through lacquered stillness,
the Real growling at the edge of recognition.
It fades in smudges:
violet dissolving ink,
bone dissolving name,
the ego left tracing symbols in a fog that will not hold.
———
Therapy is a non-functional fragrance for dysfunctional times.
A glint, a rupture:
the scent begins in a hard gleam,
like breath fogging mirror-glass,
form without anchor,
promise without flesh.
Underneath,
a pulse, feral, pre-verbal, writhes through lacquered stillness,
the Real growling at the edge of recognition.
It fades in smudges:
violet dissolving ink,
bone dissolving name,
the ego left tracing symbols in a fog that will not hold.
———
Therapy is a non-functional fragrance for dysfunctional times.
