Artless life.
Elemental life, by implication.
Not biodegradable.
Not purchasable,
corruptible,
packable.
Freedomless.
Chainless.
In order of borderlessness.
Illimitability.
No security.
No love.
But hate.
No feelings, but humanity.
No happiness.
No humility.
Nothing of your concepts to gain,
to strain, to fuck, to maintain.
Blind perception.
Dazzling enlightment.
Balancing the unrest.
No quest.
No walls.
No hunt.
But fall.
But nakedness.
But purity.
Of dirt and dust.
A truth of deformedness.
The beauty of madness.
A loose nature of evolution.
All what matters is between.
All what matters is life in between.
