I walk through the gates, unite with the fire-wind
Thus I enter the next hell in my last burning dream
Am I listening to the chthonic drum’s dust-grey sound?
Shalt I sacrify my ecstatic elixirs in unknown realms?
Spear of Destiny
Pierce your laugh
Chocking on thed vapors of
Will love you
Embrace your being
And we shall drag on the funeral procession, saddening sleeping cities
Banging upon gates with urns, whistling into the notches of hatchets
Until the walls of Jericho fall like logs
Fainting hearts shall be revived; nations shall clear their musty eyes Onward-Onward
Cyprian Kamil Norwid “Bema pamięci żałobny rapsod” (excerpt)
And he came then,
Haunched over with no-life.
In a rush of eternity.
Being outside the meaning of the essence.
What affect me thither?
THEM attract me thither?
THEM, who are away from life.
No body no soul
No one .... JUST THEM
Thus I progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality.
Then came human beings;they wanted to cling, but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate-for them. As for me, I forgot.
I never remembered anything about myself."
Albert Camus "The Fall
Sitting on the edge of humanity
Towards the doom
Where sun is shining and there is no difference
Therefore there’s no despair
– Just –
The inevitability of events, fate and aspirations.
That wraps around the neck
Whether it will reach us.....
The mists of ourselves,