Sunday, 8 May 2016

along the linear

Sometimes I wonder how I got here, to this point in my life, and then I read something I wrote 13 years ago and go: oh, so that is why...

Through a plateau myriad
The structures reach
Like a transdimensional plague
Something we never did confront
But stand affected

A grand sewer that swallowed
Our race aeons ago

We reflect it’s grandeur
While fading
Into that darkness
We reflect it’s grandeur
While fading
Into the downward spiral

The deep end of the structure
The fourth quarter of impatience
As our worlds are infected
Like we weren’t parasites ourselves

Through a myriad worlds of hell
The conclusion is sent
As an act of mercy
Or in disgust

We are impatient to receive

“Hellworlds, a bowl of black i bathe and baptise
Is it enough to enter the hellworlds, to extinction
Heroism is cowardice, your virtues your demise
Rotting and a half, Battle army of flamemolded giants
Endless harm, revelation of an apocalypse
Above i see the old man, and above i see the horns
Hell is here, and you’d rather be somewhere else
The downward spiral, rather tempting”

...we fall with the last grains of sand through the narrow of the hour glass, and there we are greeted with the inevitability of the bottom, all the worlds have sunk to hell and and we shift from process to pathology.
It is not that I wanted to see this, but I could see that the system we have is much like a drain, and when you remove the cork, you can already know where it will go, and the dream will be empty as we have all fallen through the floor.
Maybe I went faster, and at first I felt alone, but since I was here, I built a house, and it is still in the world, even if it is in hell, we exist, we adapt, we live. The acidic rains, the cancerous air, the dead seas, these are what we have made, the conclusion of what we have done and from where do we now begin, because we are still here, in the linear procession, up is down now, we are already going back the other way, we have a new paradigm.

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