Submission - Poetry
From Christopher A. Salveson, Porter Freshman
He began uniformly. But slowly uncoiling, his nature spilled over the wall his ego had erected. He sputtered and buried brains in the dirt of University, but never tarnished his idea of liberation. Discretion lies unconscious, pummeled beyond recognition as something wilder and darker runs lucid, victorious. But every breath ends as the lungs exhale and find a new swath of sky to suck. Sustainable individuality: A modern day fantasy we have collectively flung into the stars and watched over in dumb awe. Green lights at the end of the cosmos beckon with fermented hunger as they did in eras past. What are we to do when flesh outlives will? And trembling at compassion will not be for the sake of patience but for a cold, spine-chilling remembrance at what it brought us last time: a cumulus dildo to politely fuck ourselves with. And did we ever. We gaped a chasm into hell. And we all leapt in with darting eyes, a chuckle curdled in our chest. Glory.
