I have seen them come out of the walls at night, clawing for
me to give them what they need, but as I think of all the things that give
light in this world, those creatures disappear into the labyrinthine world they
come from-for everything that is simple brings me back to you, to see that
glimmering beacon of hope that I hold on to while they attack me, tempt me,
feed off me and all the crap that I generate, for what else but to satisfy the
angry gods above. Not that it really matters anyway, I still get high if I
want, and do anything I want, cause I can, and no matter what happens to me out
there, the darkness can never penetrate my soul, which is glowing, radiating in
the fragments of creation swirling around in the widening gyre, spinning until
the falcon cannot hear the falconer, and the center falls apart. The Days End
before the blinking Eye of Providence, that weeps watching His children
breaking apart in the cyclone of history, that cannot hold anymore. Anger of
centuries beckon in the whirlpool, and all around indignant desert birds show
no emotion, completely indifferent to any plights or pleads for mercy. Then
across the sky comes a glowing ball of light…..
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