Many headed crazy
there's a lot of chaos
loose. Proclaimed on
high. We're stutterring
a bit in the reality side
time/space jutterings
Single statements
from a one of the
priests in towers
echo internally,
It's frightening to
feel the shifts. Did
everyone, always
always feel this sundering
of the threads of reality
yes. they did. The fear
it's the one who hates
majick. Fear
the most potent enemy
wrapped in every single
hide she has taken
but the opening is against
Moloch. Surely as chaos
swells, we bloom who
surf. The ones are there,
who slip out of time
and nobody knows it.
we were made to love
and nobody knows it
these track-backs often
work, right to the series of
synapses both in and out,
that will trip again.
This now is the putting together.
guts and letting go
it's horrible, thinks every
creature in creation that
ever tore into reality
I just found two versions
of the poem. Now, i keep
the present coalescing in
the real. For this is the time
to leave a message to a future
if there is to be
The inner world separated from the outer world is a place of demons, the outer world separated from the inner world is a place of meaningless objects and machines.
Peter Grey. Apocalyptic Witchcraft (Kindle Locations 892-894). Scarlet Imprint.
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