21

Gleams and flows, only to become as hard as rock. Web the rain shines sometimes.
pale as glass, clear as water
Were like crystals inside a rock
That has been split apart
devotion of a whole volume to the questions that had arisen
The ever-rising Sun
A Summer landscape in which everything is melted into everything else.
The goal of science was the ensuring of victory in war, which is undeniably an assault on nature, of harm

twenty-first
Quartz
Appeared as a receding horizon
The old paranoid wall if da Vinci brought to perfection
And total annihilation
The cave painting that might be found inside Zarathustra's cave home.
A planet twice as large as the Earth made entirely of gold.
The perennial promise of a marvelous future, just never yet.
...just never yet

Dark high energy & one-hundred rainbows
Mouth of the wolf, let it lick your wounds

Semaphore of suffering, only dying slowly, descending me, wrong way to live, over & over
Never dreaming, within fog
as in of
This century

"Strong am I"
"You can't die"
"...twilight is upon us, descent..."
"He was there before himself
The tree's silhouette against the sky cast
was a body in a bad dream
And it grew as such as though a lifetime of a body in hell reaching
No boundaries or borders, they are all atleaSt half-dissolved, what works? No absolute or final
Dispersed fragments, falsified by the idea of continuity. interruptions from without, his phone rang but he wasn't at home, didn't matter, he had it with him. There is no exit here only horrendous impact and detail No more absolute truths being made from relative, specific concepts.
"anything goes" although we are acutely aware of the control systems we operate within, or claim to operate against.
You don't have any more salvation coming to you than an ant or a fly.

A rare member From the secret society of women who are beautiful beyond comprehension
Withdraw the sword from the tree
"we are only ever upon the skin, and then only just; piercing and scarring
Impossible to search seaRch deeper
Deeper without being consumed, the fire is true and cares for us. We are frozen and there is no gold

go see her again, unknowable journey of the blessed child. returning to the utopia of nobody’s dreams.

“What shall she take with her?”

“She shall make all she needs.” he said.