Mollify Me from Like Tentacles by Dinandi

Early yields early

Leaving another late.
Dream of a familiar face having painted place familial
by leak of bludgeoned fruit.
Acting seeds carry
zero reproductive chance,
as what was planted there bear no life,
just the memory of it.
So, when they hit the ground,
they found no root.

The thin slice of a pipe,
from which participants experience
a rush of independent energies;
One, a sudden, claustrophobic warming,
thick enough to choke one
The other, an alternative warmth:
the tinted glow of blood flow.

Where does the preference for different skeletons come from?
Shattering crowns demand a shudder, but splitting limbs makes the larynx rumble? And why so courteous while awake, to those under both love and hate, when there is no line drawn
beyond marks of violence,
between
and upon.
No one is safe in dreams.
Neither dreaming.
Nor dreamt of.

Awoke to death from the neck down
Light
in total absence,
unable to find the body
Unable to find the switch
With any previous or remaining sense
Pareidolia, the substitute
Detects nothing
Only accents desperation

Subjects to sound are hollowed
by the depths to which their dicks dive
With the crippling force of the boa
At a pace akin to a bullet through
cocksure teeth
Finding rest in the stem

This is the divorce of
the idea of the transient day

But the day
is exactly the sacrifice

So, mollify

Mollify

Mollify me

• Experimental
• dark ambient
• improvisation
• sound art
• Hershey