Both Back Laterally Under The Surface Of The Water Poem by Tanec Rayl

audience be kind
this speech will change my life, I have
time to amend some of the finer points
concerning which, I am inclined
to weigh and screen and separate
from this and that, the finer finer points of which
elude me now, but
let's not tarry over-much, nor
trace the dark circumference
of sorting, weighing, understanding
that nothing good will come of planning
an itinerary for Abaddon
via rotten pit, Elysium
we can not dwell on that

the hour approaches: I will stand
mad and maddening, sulphur-glazed
stomach churning sediment
my furious ejaculate
splattering indifferently
on every member's spotless robe

they thought themselves lovers of sights
I thought yourself not
I choose neither, alone; this time
a choice