nihilist: the river

a visual poem

VISUAL POEM UGLY IN NON-DESKTOP FORMAT

TRANSCRIPTION BELOW

                                       i've been trying to bring things into focus.
                                                        that means accepting
                                                                      layers
                                                                               of
                                                                                 myself
                                                    i won't ever be able to shed.
the
   river
      of
         my
            mind
         flows
      over
   a
bedrock of nihilism.
most would encourage me to carve that out,
but that would mean
severing ME out of reality x RIGHT AT THE ANKLES x before i ever even took a
                single step.
i could wait to live my life and love myself,
fruitlessly willing that sediment to erode away.
                                                          but it's the foundation
                                                         the basest part of me
                                                                                                                                       but thankfully:
frigid 33° water roars above it
        dominating the landscape.
and
i can fucking swim.

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Transcription:

i've been trying to bring things into focus.
that means accepting
layers of myself
i won't ever be able to shed.

the river of my mind flows over a
bedrock of nihilism.
most would encourage me to carve that out,
but that would mean
severing ME out of reality x RIGHT AT THE ANKLES x before i ever even took a
single step.

i could wait to live my life and love myself,
fruitlessly willing that sediment to erode away.
but it's the foundation
the basest part of me
but thankfully:
frigid 33° water roars above it
dominating the landscape.
and
i can fucking swim.