The Anxiety of Influence
Keep your present mind Swarming in Sunless caves, only useless effort Gadfly be humble yet Keep silent, bitter no less, plaything of the winds It is words no longer A child, I am wronged The raven has now gorged a lofty fear The wise want love, the world wants to be betrayed Some new bliss: the death of us, an overthrow, my poverty, confused to ill I survived
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
An unfinished business, a longing for the gutter Lose life to find victory Give me a place to stand Who cannot lift himself? My reader, my double, my brother The right to be let alone: No more deadly curse Weary without challenge, this monster of habit, the womb of monsters Something's gotta happen If he could he'd want to sing, or glow, or burst, or cry Impossible to enslave, beast of muddy brain The work of art, a confession Art is long, life short The sweetest inclination In fear of oblivion, patient enough to toil, the soil is bare I have set my affairs on nothing: The pit, the pendulum No coward soul is mine, beautiful twilight, martyrs by the thousands With wisdom grows doubt Breathes there the man with soul so dead In the night that covers me, the head, the heart, the hand I am the grass: I cover all
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026