February 2012
45 posts
“6. The Empire never ended.
(…)
41. The Empire is the institution, the...”
– Tractates Cryptica Scriptura
“The time you have waited for has come.
The work is complete; the final world is...”
– Mysterious voice in the night
Black! Black! Black!
Black for the sky and the sea!
Black!
All Black, like the procession of night that leads us into the valley of despair!
Black!
Where are we sleeping tonight mother? In father’s grave?!
We try to hide, but it claims us in the end! It always claims us…
Death! Death! Death!
So cold the snow! So cold!
All this so futile!
I’m blind! The gulls have pecked...
This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win - and it can - then I’ll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend.
Peace.
Die? One does not do that to a cat.
Because what’s a cat to do
in an empty apartment?
Climb the walls.
Caress against the furniture.
It seems that nothing has changed here,
but yet things are different.
Nothing appears to have been relocated,
yet everything has been shuffled about.
The lamp no longer burns in the evenings.
Footsteps can be heard on the stairway,
but they’re...
January 2012
61 posts
