Do our masses spin in relation? But look inside—they are empty Who is this weigher, this marble shooter? We see through his eyes yet we are made of marble—and malice? Misunderstanding, surely; If we divine, we are divine, the doing and the done, spent and ever spinning, singer and song sung. Empty self to sacrifice[…]
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love is surely a fall; from what place higher; and where does it land? I say from Order, and to chaos—and we “love” this fall? or is it just the feeling, the thought, the thrill; and disordered, dismembered, we clamor again for high ground—a predictable plane who started this worrisome cycle a’stir, and why? but[…]
yolk-yellow lover of man do boys and girls not sprout like seeds? does love not follow light? utter me a word without tomorrow’s promise no tongue if not for lapping up life no reasonable river rush; for where is she running and for whom? spider toil not a web without witness or victim man, so[…]
Devil at ease in our midst are these days really so bright? inward-turned, left limping man perhaps four lefts maketh right lamps fired on our own fat indulgent animal programmable rat round his wheel and waste his time extratheth labor, the ‘vig,’ plus prime these technical towers: temples or tombs? insightful Satan, man at high[…]