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Rambling Thoughts: Change and Prayer
One must not let the Identity he is trying to preserve become the sickness he wants to change. I suppose the inverse may also be true, but that is not my meditation at present. I pray to God for certain changes, virtues lacking, vices embarrassing. “Make me what you want me to be,” I’ll often conclude. There are external changes I pray for and work toward as well, and a change I don’t really…
For a Kiss
We have little time, but all of time is too little, too short a span, too mean a measure, even for this kiss. You have two lips, but I have not two infinities to press—not even one—to hold to taste. I have but a moment before death, and I would gladly die in this, this kiss, this embrace. I have not the time to say all that I think, all that I feel. All I am, I give to this instant. Let death…
When I Was Dead
The thing that struck me, how do I say, when I was dead, I saw everyone… I saw everyone differently. Souls, I think, but something more representative than literal. You, doctor? You don’t want to know. But it was Sam. You think you know Sam? Wicked old Sam? His hands were dripping blood. Deep, crimson. Stained everything he touched. But he was bright. Tears were constantly flowing from his eyes.…
Rambling Thoughts: The Play Is the Thing
There appears three broad categories of art: The arts of music, the arts of words, and the arts of media. There is, of course, exchange between them. The poem is musical, and the subset of poems called lyrics is seemingly a perfect blend of word and music. Calligraphy is more an art of a particular medium than an art of words, but it is still intrinsically an art of words, and a graphic designer…
The Vizier's Prophecy
“But, pardon me, you are a man. You walk about on two legs, have a head, eyes in it, ears to the side. All the accoutrements. You want me to believe you’re some sort of ancient immortal dressed in ram-skin? A holdover from a time before time? I think you’ve got a good gig up here, doling out wisdom from your mountaintop.” A cold chill rushed over me. I had been so drawn into the hermit’s words,…
The Immortal Change: The Wizard
The thing, once a man, the thing, once nearly a god, the thing… Malevolence blazed in the furnace of its soul, the glowing embers shining with hatred through those spheres which were once called eyes. They circled its head, and it saw all about itself—loathing all it could see. “You were once wise.” The mass shifted. The voice was remembered, if not the face. One eye, the eye facing the…
The Immortal Change: The Seeker
I don’t think you’ve changed as much as you think. Development is change, but so is corruption; growth and decay, in an ever shifting world, one is life and another death. Have you seen your fellow immortals in the last hundred thousand years? They are not what they were anymore. You, though, legends persist, a knight errant, hoping from planet to planet, seeking what can’t really exist. Has…
The Immortal Change: The Conservative
The change was slow, internal, as all such changes are. Time, when time can work, is incredibly destructive. Am I a god? No. A man, a very, very old man, and if a trickle can carve out the Grand Canyon, given time, do you know what happens to a soul? I don’t want your money. I have enough. I want you to just tell me plainly why you’ve come. Make your request, and I’ll either do something about…
2026: Fourth of July
Happy Fourth of July! For some reason, the enormity of this anniversary has not struck me. 250 years and counting. I shall be an old man if I make it to 300; nonetheless, ours is a very young country, with all the promises of hope and despair raging in tempestuous discord. Are we to rise? Are we to fall? The good Lord knows! Christ have mercy. Such questions are beyond me. I don’t even know how…
The Side of the Angels
But can a zombie dream? I would not mind the change so much if I could dream. One must sleep to dream. They do not. So you see, it is in my constitution to fight the change. It’s a capital offer—really, very handsome of you, but in the end, I am a dreamer. I am not afraid of Death, per se; it is just another sleep, another chance to dream. Don’t keep your masters waiting. Tell them “No,” for me.…
Hot Nosed
We begin to see beyond our noses only when the have first seen it, our nose, that is. Once we see how we see, see our seeing, as it were, we can see beyond. I understand your anger, but I did not mislead you. You saw what you were prepared to see, and it wasn’t I who prepared you. If we could go back, did I not try to dissuade you? “Have you thought this through?” “Is that what she really said?”…
Meditations on Hell
To be so close to Hell is, I’m sure, a great advantage to me. I am edified. Not every night, my neighbor goes on a bender shouting so loudly I feel as though I had been invited into her living room. She goes around screaming and slamming doors. I have to bite my tongue—there are many rude, sadly comical comments I could make, and though true, they are deleterious, sins from my Memento Mori, my…
Another Fall
A drink will strengthen a draft will kill a sip may lengthen but will never fill. I sought you by the riverside along the sinking bank.I thought, perhaps, in the sunrise… a luminous current I drank. One soul falls as you ascend I fell into that gleaming bend found darkness & not Light a friend. Sweet river rushing cooly over me Slow & sure, you drag me down into the sea. No rest in riverbed Nor…
The Sweetness of Blood
“I’ve never murdered anyone with red hair on a Sunday. It’s like you don’t know me at all.” I cocked the gun. “Really,” he went on. “You have nothing to worry about.” “Despite the fact that I don’t have red hair, it’s not Sunday, and you’ve tried to kill me several times?” “I wish you’d take my words more charitably, in the way they were meant. You’re twisting everything up into trivial…
I Bought a ReMarkable
I have been thinking about buying one of these things for a while now. I finally have enough money to do it, and I have a situation where I might have use of it. So, it arrived yesterday, and I played around with it. Here’s a thing I wrote: The handwriting to text feature is actually pretty good. With a few little edits, I had a transcript: We shall begin, I think with a question: In what way…
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My Long Lost Shadow
Locking eyes with the shadowy presence, I gazed into the darkness and found myself. “So you were the part I was missing. This whole time, you were the thing I was running from and the thing I was searching for.” No answer gave the specter, my long lost shadow. “When the I we were was shattered, I thought death had finally come, but now I know.” I reached out my hand toward the thing I had long…
Please Read: Where Heaven Only Knows
Where Heaven Only Knows