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Blessed are those who wash their robes

There was an almighty roar of chaos, and the dragon struggled mightily against its chains. Mountains fled and men hid, and still the man fought mightily against his demons, growing stronger and stronger as the name of Christ reverberated from his lips throughout the abyss. And at the crescendo of chaos, somehow a small stillContinue reading “Blessed are those who wash their robes”

Night Dawns

The pink of the sunset, which is a pink beyond all rational comprehension of the concept of pinkness, is most exulted when clouds obscure the light. A sunset with no clouds is a sterile male with no prospect of a lover. The clouds are impregnated with eternal links of light. And the pink lives withinContinue reading “Night Dawns”

Interregnum

If I started a passage, if I began the written word, with no goal in mind beyond the will to write, would something come from it? I write while I live, and even if all narratives are melting into a single entity designed to reign over us, I still will write as a human, asContinue reading “Interregnum”

Entangled Shadows

And in the corner of their vision, there were shadows that lingered a bit too long, shadows which reluctantly receded when direct gaze was fixed upon them, always allowing for rational modernity to keep close the binding fear of cataclysmic evil. But post-modern inclinations always allowed for the distant possibility that these shadows were real,Continue reading “Entangled Shadows”

This is 40

How many times now have you recited the same dialogue with your family, a vestigial reference to an organic moment of joy with them from ages past. Now though, this dialogue keeps the demons at bay, keeps it all from spilling forth because you don’t even know what will spill forth, but whatever it is,Continue reading “This is 40”

Split atoms

God’s benevolence is receding from the world as darkness envelopes it. Taboos are cloaking devices; things which slither and whisper and pry further open the abyss are hidden behind shimmering beams of passivity. There is no passivity in the wild evening sunlit air though: more astonishment, incomprehensible things which strike me dead in their fullness,Continue reading “Split atoms”

All things end in two endings

And coming around again in orbit, I see those of my own creation below and behind in the past of my present discontent. And I shake them off, spiraling ever upwards as men sleepwalk themselves ever downwards in apathetic resignation. You have no interest in growing and changing, only preserving what you already have. IContinue reading “All things end in two endings”

Love two steps forward, one back.

The waves crashed from below, in the upside down world at the end of time. I was purchased out of it and a strong arm pulled me to the surface that was the floor. And the feelings of envy, anger, bitterness, and the shame addled memories cycling around the drain, felt ever more alien everContinue reading “Love two steps forward, one back.”

Conjoined Immemorial

Alchemy is the magnetic manipulation of ideas to serve a greater purpose. Greater purposes are a duality: good or evil. This stonegold hatred is growing, pulsing, throbbing in others of me. Let me hope that fifty years from now humanity will not look back in horror at the blindness of a darkened mass hysteria.I’ll seeContinue reading “Conjoined Immemorial”