your destiny is like a spire string a cloud from a chimney
asymmetrical
seeking its way through the waves of the wind
lashing
deterred
interrupted
but there is a line
a pattern
that is your destiny
where you see what you become and where you are going
it is delved out of chaos and cancer
and that pattern is spirituality
and how that becomes in reality for your life is the corridor of mirrors
life doesn’t give presents
even if i know i’m right
people are just dumb matter
spouting me to the inevitability
i know it would be too easy if i got what i wanted
i would have no self respect if i was already wrong
about how wrong they are
but when i am inevitable
the people who deserve it
and ogled me
and they will get what they deserve
as it is inevitable
with the decay and final extinction of earth
that i get what i deserve
and that is the future
despite
the babblers
and the oglers
and the kacklers
and the snot noses
and the snot noses sermons
—tristitia languorem
Flommist Tristitia Languorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Belgium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copyright © 2019 Tristitia Languorem. Painting source.
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