The scientist couldn’t possibly know my thoughts, how impure they are. To take my skin and draft it again, I’m sure this experiment didn’t match your predictions. Who could perceive a heart perpetually buried in blasphemy. My sanguine will thus pay my toll. For my body is destined to walk this twisted road, a life of lies and a twisted past. To keep the mean acceptable, enter me to a state of delirium. My son your heart is weak and your body frail. Focus on the beat, its constant murmur, the lullaby for the guilty mind. Safety is a dance that’s hard to maintain with such a sensation of vertigo. Take me Father to your basement, to the room meant for purging. Sister the razor, this man is in need of rescuing. I know you now more than I ever have before. Drag me through this thicket of thorns, punish me, I’m what punishment is for. Yet the only thing I feel is pure and impurity in the same. Come now Scientist we must confer. Bless me with knowledge of what this will be. My son, my beautiful boy, you are here to fulfill this, the coming of an ultra-being as beings go. It has been written and must be done. My son, my Ruineer, do what must be done to bring these variable in. Forgive me father for I have yet to sin.
Click tabs to swap between content that is broken into logical sections.
Corroborations 2013 was held at the University Libraries, The University of South Dakota, from January 28 – May 3, 2013. The Corroborations 2013 exhibition paired USD visual arts and poetry majors in order to create new collaborative work and to both broaden acceptance and appreciation of alternative art disciplines.