Ethics on the precipe

it's a murky world that dull dark light that is animal greed
 where every human element is boiled away the cracks in reality
 to the white bone of animal agony for this is the edge of everything
 the cracks down the sides of reality
 the spaces between the cord drifting shoals of waste in the drear places
 the final disorder of all forms the cracks in reality
 for this is the edge of everything a point where it does not decay anymore the dust finally gets out it belongs to the end
 I felt the edge of a strange euphoria the sky like poisoned silver with the leavings of unhuman minds somewhere towards the end
 construction of things fell apart the cold sweating centre
 ripping along nerves digging into marrow down in the blood depths
 where everything grows entwined dead grey flesh pressing against the cord
 muscles knot pushed all the way to drown out everything strange
 to sweat you in your bed a memory of water
 somewhere towards the end
 it is slow and cold
 in the sludge of human misery
 empty of dreams burning with tension
 but it's early here at the end
 the heart dragging and
 the chill of old silver
 right at the end of the world
 clawing the bottom of my lungs
 at the corners of perception
 like ragged glass over nerves
 you will have to claw it from them
 crushing life into the methane
 watch the old earth ebb away
 a sound like the universe apart
 like the sorrow of a dream