from DECADES
OF CONFUSION FEED THE INSECT # 32, September 2002 A.D.
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You sent
out a flickering lamp to be recieved.
Draped
in wrapping paper, floating to my side of the sea.
The wasted
ink, the tired timing, the way I cease to feel when I begin to breathe and believe.
Enraptured
with a picture projected to deceive - your selves with crayon frowns of fear
came sailing back to you.
In a self
reflecting mirror house that only sees your tears. The cards and letters go
blank with the passing of the years.
We tie
the wires up to mimic the machinery of truth. But the long-dead are ever quiet
and almost out of our reach.
It was
when the shortwave hummed to life that these souls washed over us wavelike.
And it was like sinking into honey made out of electricity.
I hold
out particle wave hands: I don't feel emotion, eternal raging sun, the equinox
of technology, the rising voice of a more real reality.
I am stabbed
and filled with so much sanity that I begin to vomit my brain. For the operation
of a more universal universe, I twist copper wire around my finger until it
bleeds.
I will
see and speak to the violet aether ray, a chimed sideview of these words, and
the things that words tell you to do.
Vibrating
cerebal orb of one lonely planet spreading the call.
The work
is not over in any way.
Many on
the planet Earth get lost and pound the ground with their fists, hoping that
if they place enough fist-marks they will eventually knock on the right door.
Many are
buried alive where they stood.
Orgiastic
non-words are spoken to invoke the end of time.
But still,
even this is not enough.
Even the
eyeless, toungless, earless, skinless mud-worm will know all.
And still,
it is not enough.
Only until
the hands are clasped to the edges of every star within your skull. Only until
the souls all pass through on another like thread through a needle -- and signal
the light-lamp of the unseeable shore. Only then, and never before.
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The expansiveness
of the surroundings caused the enclosures of the minds contained within the
space to tighten. It was their way of defining the space they were occupying.
The occupied space, being unimpressed by the pulling vortexes the minds shot
through it, continued to expand as if nothing was happening. And the minds,
in turn, became fearful of their own pull, but could not stop DRAINING AWAY.....
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