day#1: primeval matter
By HiramDiaz
(a.) The genie in a bottle figure dances across my left and right hemispheres of rationality, wiggling and dangling raw meat before my eyes- but i can't taste or touch or even sniff the food she coquettishly displays. (b.) truth... (whatever that is) -i'm not sure anymore, the definitions are colliding into my mind's meshed web - the co-existence of life, death, and, every other overlooked paradox - and truth joins everyone else, and is, blinded, paralyzed, and frightened, by the intrusiveness of its ensuing demise. (c.) Saturated and semi-satiated only by those things that are such fearfully loved objects of arousal, my ears are tingling listening to the genie sing the ringing lust she longs to release. (d.) my mind lies stone tablets on my callous back; propounding propositions on the nature of Truth, that elusive deity, and, the genie continues to tease my appetite.***blah*** Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 08:26 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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