Loathe

Endless waves of disdain coarse towards horizons

The prison of monotony, assumed to be

The only modality

The will to drown this ontological default

Festers on like ravenous mycelium

Following a torrential downpour

The absence of doubt perseveres past

The illuminated moments while the lens gets bent

The presumed dichotomy of view and viewer collapses

Ineffable yet noetic, transient, yet eternal

Singularity achieved, only to return to the cage of daily life

Birthing oceans of loathe for waking consciousness