eremacausis

It must be lib­er­at­ing to be up at this hour, run­ning about in rags through the park, kick­ing at phan­toms and flies, stretch­ing under the watch­ful gaze of the few still func­tion­ing street lamps. I look down from behind glass and over the wall and long to steal a bit of his free­dom. What would …

In the morn­ing, evad­ing echt, he stands one­footed in a dark room. When the world awakes, he puts his foot down and steps in to the light. This, he does every day. The dark room, it is draped with sym­bol­ism, a gold­flame so long an ubi­ety that what­ever it might have stood for is for­got­ten. Until …

A cir­cle of deflated quwi sur­round this extended rat-faced snake, yet not a sin­gle one pierced—poisoned, yes, bit­ten, no. And now comes the farmer, machete wield­ing, farm com­mu­ni­tyjus­tice wield­ing, stand­ing swing­ing over glut­ted ser­pent which raises an wished­for hand, sly smil­ing — my teeth are clean — Quwi in hand, no marks no teeth, I should say but obese …

spin­ning freely, often dreary, fallen presently, I will find it …. he tripped upon the path,shouted GOD DAMN YOUand real­ized he was talk­ing to a Stone.

Hafiz, climb­ing up a moun­tain into the clouds, encoun­tered Rumi, who was descend­ing. Their eyes met, laugh­ter erupted, and in a lov­ing embrace they leapt to the ground and began to roll down­wards, tum­bling to the base of the moun­tain where they landed in a large pit of mud. Around this pit passed many roads, and …

I once heard of a town in which every­one remained indoors at all times. God, want­ing to stir things up, kicked a peb­ble down a snow-covered moun­tain. As it descended, the peb­ble grew into a great ball of snow, which upon hit­ting the wall sur­round­ing the town, exploded, and buried absolutely all the houses and every­thing …

a very dark hall, much like that which alice must have seen upon find­ing the bot­tom of the rab­bit hole, but darker, with many doors and look­ing around i see that i am alone now, lack­ing the sup­port­ive arms i had only moments ago. silly thing, how sup­port­ive can invis­i­ble friends be, but they let …