Thursday, July 14, 2011

Impotent Transcendence



I'll shoot, Lady, with my mind he said

I'll send them to places they've never been sent before. I'll send them to the bleakest corners and to the brightest corners of their mind

Transcend, Dear, but with mercy was all that she said

That’s half of what he’ll do

This is what they’ll do

They’ll time and time again crawl back in to the dark corners of their mind, dimly lit ones in some, as creatures lie there wide awake, as centuries like tides wash away everything but memories and memories of memories more false than true, and make things up, blow things up



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