27.10.10

HISTORY AS VIEWED BY THE PANOPTICON

The complete eating of burned skin. Ashen toast. 
Can it not warm my pie. I have lost my older 
sufferings. Absolve me of my gratitude. Untie
the swift knots of my prayer, but don't merely re-
peat platitudes: for mimicry I do not care. Environ-
mental disruptor persuades a hungry populace that 
there is no such thing as the environment, and they 
believe it, just as they believe that there can exist 
more than one disruptor. These spun patients slow-
ly develop a bubble spell reality. Their spin doctors 
quickly form encrusted mica shells. All who they've
preyed upon then believe themselves to be a part of 
their innermost circle. This describes how they are 
each lost to the vortex of their own subconscious 
imaginings; while one floats away as iridescent 
soap bubbles flocking sun ward, the others 
gradually incarcerate themselves under-
neath the prestigious carapaces which 
never fail to drown them into the dirt. 
Dirt is very high on the list 
of examination priorities.

1 comment:

Kraxpelax said...

Dark nights washed by distant rippling trees
and alien winds covering your eyelids, purifying
like everything, move on with splendid ease
leaving us a message: life will never cease
its sleepy course in vain
in order to attain
rebirth, since Death is not and Life is dying.

The heat around Time's corner waves a scent
for creedence revival of some virtual vampire
as deep inside. A force considered spent
returns from utter non-existence that was meant
to keep us out of breath -
Is Life both Life and Death?
Riddle of the Night! The Day be hot and dire.

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El paisaje se despierta en un fiel espejo, pregunte.

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Débiles enemigos se disipa amigos sin
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