MAINSTREAM LOCKOUT
I have challenged the force of balance to
keel over; listening to no voices, hearing
nothing. I found Evil in its place, sitting
straight and steady. The decrepitude of
sky and water mixed - some form of
clay, a human-blend, came forth.
Amazed, I relived this Genesis.
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Witness none. Crowds all gone. Old taped
voices running on. There is a candle
burning in the other room : a vigil light
for something other, a marker for
the scent of death and offal, all
those things coming soon.
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'Are you writing in code?' - an
outside voice has asked me this.
I answer with a nod, 'as long as
you wear it, this shoe fits.'
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