1.
In the beginning, there was the siren.

Then the clocks stopped,
and we learned of a new time:

the wilt of grass,
the growth of fungi.

This cycle became a prayer.

2.
We learned, that the body does not owe
anyone its blooming.
Let it wilt.
Let it curl into its own
like the dying legs of spiders.

3.
Not every Creation needs to be a rising action,

a loud call to arms.
Some of us simply endure,
while others rot to carbon.
Some stay quiet forever.

Sometimes keeping quiet

is the greatest resistance of all.

4.
We were told
to find meaning.
But meaning is
a currency of the rich and unbothered.

5.
The future failed us before it began.
The promise was naught

but a marketing campaign.
Now we believe only
in the redistribution of despair.

6.
But all ideals dies, eventually. . .
Utopia or dystopia -- they all mold or wither.
Only decay is worthy of our trust.

Compost is our legacy, and will feed

the next defiance.

7.
We were never meant to survive.
So we turn surviving
into an act of blasphemy.

II. The Scripture of Reusal and Refusal

i. Joy is not the absence of pain.
It is the mutiny
against it.

III. The Lesbian Litany for the Chemically Aligned Alchemists

I. I wake not with gratitude, but with caffeine.
It sharpens my soul into a knife: the treacherous morning deserves no less.

II. I believe in the sacrament of tobacco --
not for its poison, but for its pause. Inhale smoke and exhale guilt. 

III. I partake of alcohol not to forget,
but to flood my mind, to taste memory, and to sing snaps drinking songs.

God is absent, absinth is not.

IV. I do not seek disorder, nay, I dose against it.
Drugs over disorganization is my doctrine, O, my curated control.

V. I am an organic machine, made of nerves and hormonal desire,
and my aching heart burns and yearns at 200°C.

VI. I honour the molecule, the bitter tincture, the smuggled capsule.
Each one a small rebellion against dull despair.

VII. My saints are chemists, my gods are drag queens. My hymns to thee are m-m-moaned.

IV. The Manual of Heresy by The Prophetessa