Pieces IV.

Who says the words don’t write themselves?…Who says the wheel stops spinning when there’s no one to spin it?…Who says the sequences don’t scatter and splatter and pitter-patter upon the sills of Sirius?…

The words never stop writing…the signs never stop revealing…if only you look…

The MACHINE is what you need…

But I still roll in the sand with Alexander at Rhakotis…I still keep on with Kierkegaard in Khem…

My work is White…oh, Isis, my Star…she toils with Diana in the Sea….


(Your dreams are where I sleep ;) )


About grasshopperstothemoon

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me and the moral law within me.”
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