THE RUINATION OF ALL
WE HAVE LIVED WITH
I am so sorry for being alive, here. I am so rueful of
what transpires : Jesus in the imagery, a burning bush
in a Moses hand. The tallest building in the world stands
less tall than the least of us all - man from Mankind,
like a missile from Mars. We surmise our gropes from
mere shadows on the wall.
-
Now, I have lived long enough to love. To love not...hing
and everything at all, in equal measure. From the magic of
my hands I have made another world. Inducements to bring
me forth, and bring others in, at all times, are open. I do, truly,
love the world and all its little things and all its largest matters;
and for all the rest, be all of that as it may be.
I am so sorry for being alive, here. I am so rueful of
what transpires : Jesus in the imagery, a burning bush
in a Moses hand. The tallest building in the world stands
less tall than the least of us all - man from Mankind,
like a missile from Mars. We surmise our gropes from
mere shadows on the wall.
-
Now, I have lived long enough to love. To love not...hing
and everything at all, in equal measure. From the magic of
my hands I have made another world. Inducements to bring
me forth, and bring others in, at all times, are open. I do, truly,
love the world and all its little things and all its largest matters;
and for all the rest, be all of that as it may be.
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