Marco Nuzzo - Apotome

Описание: Only residue remains…
the antalgic apotome…
of marrow shards accusing the shatter.
I am but scraps of what once cohered
The antalgic apotome of marrow-lines
Each ready to indict the fracture, the ruin
Signifier-hunt turned self-adhesive lie
Clinging to skin like belief gone septic
I wear this flesh as a garment blooming
With prison-tumors, cancerous wards
Pretending windows onto spines
Still warm with the fever of tomorrowC
The Word descends like filthy snow
On fools who clutch at righteous uncertainty
On crusted shit the flies have long forsaken
Even Jupiter's gaze finds no interest here
I write
To claw some thrill from my own throat
To prove the mechanism still turns
To prove I can still deceive myself
Outside, fortune rains
Drenching heads that forge their own rust
Fortune rains… on rusting skulls
And nothing greens again
The fabric clings, malignant flowers unfurl
Galley-prisons sprouting on every seam
False balconies over backs that feign function
Over heat that promises a dawn already dead
I unravel in quadratic silence
Irrational remainder subtracted from the whole
Commensurable only in squared agony
The apotome aches, numbs, accuses
And still I stitch another verse
The Verb falls equally
On imbeciles and excrement
No hierarchy survives the drift
No fly returns for seconds
I script these lines
Not for salvation
Not for witness
Only to whisper to the void inside:
“You still function…
You can still lie…”
I write to feel the pulse refuse to quit
To taste the sting of self-betrayal
Fortune pours in merciless sheets
Baptizing crowns already corroded
Heads that manufacture rust from grace
I arrive at my own calice stained
With nothing but the proof
That even wreckage
Can still pretend to bleed
Antalgic… apotome…
Fortune rains…
On rust…
On rust…
…still function…
…still lie…

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