Fallen, the mask covering the mask
That covers the mask
Has fallen.
The sun will go to sleep in any land. Light yawns and teems with dust, together they encroach on the four walls. Ink-studded skin tells its own history, mythology, constellations dug into earth as in sky, delineated land carried on this organ of tapestry.
Besiege your siege with madness.
Herded into criminality, herded by some hidden hand of chance. A hand reddened with war, frail with age,…
Power splays its roots like a tree; paranoia and distrust are the fruits which rot upon its branches.
A reminder. You cannot penetrate the mind of a man who has had a taste of power. With power in such a regime comes fear. For there exist layers of obedience, layers of servitude. If you want to reach god you will have to bribe the saints first, as the saying goes. One man answers to another; one god bows down to…
A rumination on solitude, detachment, the corrosive idealism of one submerged within his own illusions. He is the dreamer of Dostoyevsky’s White Nights, a wandering soul, frittering his days and years in the tomb of his mind’s fantasies. Slumbering within the sanctum of his dreams, he renounces reality. But it is a reluctant kind of sacrifice, something which slides into being without any true volition.
The days dribble by with a ritualistic recurrence: he walks, he mutters into his recording…
From suicidal despair, spawns revelation, a holy exultation which nurtures the treasures of truth. A mind enfettered by thoughts of death, and amid this gulf of melancholia, a dream is born. Man before sin: untarnished, unburdened and free. Creatures bounding across the chasm of time and space, naked in body and spirit, stripped of the rags of corruption. For man of today is a creature of lies and deceit; he lives his life shrouded in illusions of his own making,…
