AtLast_[07]

>> Occidere << If you come upon me In abandoned sleep, Dulled away, Lulled away from care In your stillness Dare appear to me Lay bare That continuum of eternity. Skeins of duality tangled madly. Spins of visibility, warped. A world dipped insensible To depths of breadth Through lengths of time. Stretches of gravity, collapsed. Involuting manifolds Confess their Hellish temperament. There is no stupor in this ether. In this fray, We are numbed Pulling, abstractedly, At our fabric Afraid we may ravel Into a habitation of fallen angels. Obscurity! What is traceless spacelessness? Bullion? Or Bullshit? At least shit smells When you can't see it. Where was my inkling When I stepped in that pile?