the goo of my galaxy is holy– silly putty in my own hands; i am creation myth, i am the BIGGEST of bangs, i am open doorway / gutsy & slorshing : i pry old nails out of the vice of palms parallel / i consume the seven sins / i drink the juiced apple : my mind falls & rises back to grace & the auras in my orbitals make me see everything with a yellow tinge : if i pray to myself if i bless my body of water : the gooiest of goo's ooze out of my ears : galaxies fountain from my mouth : i am birth of atom in gaseous lightning storm / i am adam's broken wishbone / i am holy holy holy
SCRATCH THE SURFACE, I AM UNDERNEATH
changeling in my own skin / i become / CONQUERER WORM / i become / HAUNTED DOLL / i become / BLACK HOLE EVENT HORIZON / enter me & don't look back / exit me & defy my geometry / see what's beyond / & cope / (he cannot cope) / ask my saints / how they bless me / listen as i speak nonsense / open my mouth & spit prophecy in jagged / monotone / domesticate my meaning / make me radio friendly / i'll speak my conflictions & be misunderstood / all the same
atlas st cloud is a wasteland haunt, he writes about gender, faggotry, & mental health through the lens of disability. unavoidably raised mormon & in lust with the catholic aesthetic, st cloud's religious trauma manifests in his apparent desire to fuck/kill/be god.
