Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Prophet Advances

Arising from this cosmic swamp of molecule and muck, I slowly get my bearings. Variety and change is here as far as I can see. It looks so large and sounds quite unbelievably ear-piercing.

An herbaceous worm is turning. Wolves are howling at their own reflections. Tigers burn with unsymmetrical jungle glow. And bankers circumvent the moon to make ten-thousand loans.

Flames are rising to the point of something great and overgrown. There's really nothing to it, not even skin or bone. No words can ever label or describe it, endlessly prophetic, all alone.

And I exist to know I am that towering unknown.

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