The Archon[1]:
Strings Theory
they
will say. that we can reverse time. empty ex.its of their
affectations. viciously. with no destiny. anarchy guards our soul.
against an other. what we do not know. will save or kill us.
rejected
to each other. we merely accepted one another.
&
it falls to pieces. before my eyes. along a hangman's knot. which
hangs still. on the dark side. of the moon.
timber
skeletons. peace at any price. at peace with their pieces. they chase
their tails. into the dragon's mouth.
The
Archon[2]: The After Image
it
burns
like
the after image
of
the sun
in
your retina
criminals.
slaves. & soldiers. images of a lost pantheon. borrow like a
rabbit. an old grey servant. of a dying empire. & peopled by the
bones of folk.
this
is where time dies. who thought they were safe behind a horizon of
walls?
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