μάρτυρες
Mártyres
The Individual and its scission.
Martyr: suffered pain
Witness: donated pain
I am you.
The apparently opposite difference of the two translations finds a coincidence and an ambivalence in the Greek word.
The ambivalence and the pain are referred to Persephone, Laocoon; it is a wire that binds in the paradox of Feeling, of being martyred and in donating.
27.9.2023
"I
feel the drama of your flesh
in
the depth of my flesh, in the brilliant warmth of your
thoughtfire-branded in my mind, in the room where my remote thoughts,
my
mental
delivery spontaneously burn, they ignite when they meet thememories,
dough of dreams and will to possess you, emanating, pulsing
in
the sex until getting me wet from stroboscopic lights, it dripsuntil
it fills me, your glaze of lucid gazes, full of desperate
teardrops,
rag doll breaking between the jaws of the children, in acircle
passing your head and mumbling the charms you had, tasting the
mush
that forms your thoughts – I know it because I've been it too,a
child – they move in a circle as they were witnessing a
symposium
of
farewell before leaving, before leaving forever, one stands up andall
the others stand up and follow him turning in the orgiastic
ritual
of the circle, the fire circle where they will rape all
theirChristmas gifts and the mothers that bringed them, raping them
and
killing
them to make them charms to play to, these will become
theiradolescent games; to hold them and to pull the strings, indeed,
will
be
their solace as adults, arrogants and strutting around like noblesin
the salon of the most impressive castle, home of the
most
aristocratic
noble, bloated and arrogants like aristocrats at thecourt of the
Supreme, in the garden of an undefined time, of an era
that
survives without a sunset, kneeling to the mighty realm leader,in the
presence of the mystical regime of the divine masters, kissing
their
limbs, the furry skin and the hooves sheathed in pompous shoesof
cicisbei, all slightly different yet absolutely homologated to
the
normality
norm imposed without impositions, with the tongues to thesoles and
then between the buttocks and then moving in the mouth of
the
father and master, biting the lips commiserating themselves
andapologizing for the well done work of extraction of the
semen,
without
succeeding the bright expectations, the sparkling illusions,the murky
hypocrisies. In this way I feel you in the crackle of the
lightnings
as the sequences of the sea shattering, the firsts falldown exhausted
and linger to go away, remaining in the ether,
vibrating
in a vent of an eternal martyr, when we are identical andfree of
existing together, stand-alone identities viscerally
connected.
When it appears materialize, but it is only an awakeningfrom a long
dream. Like Gods, new Gods, getting wet in the erotic
dreams
of ancient divinities, to replace them".