Sujael

I can't sleep anymore

without using a powerful drug...

because the poetry of my experience

burns throughout my brain

like the pain of a bitter fever.

My face is buried in my pillow

and I am simply seeking to sleep

unsuccessfully due to a noise

consisting of selected incoherent

fragments of sentences consisting of

echoes hauntingly playing in the original

voices

of everything I have ever heard

escape human vocal cords



[43:04|25.12.2007]  ©c.thom

Vixin' things

Alpha-Eye to Zeta-You... exact the time... scissor the deep... fluctuation of permeable social membrane.

Night is Gone

Alienated in certain musics, verisimilitude in these floating globes with massive endless pits of singular singularity... deus ex machina after deus ex machina after deus ex machina, an endless tryst with universal hysteria... time slows and slows... thoughts become in shorter and shorter distances... destination: transit...

Mirror-lived from years past the other flesh laid a down for the synthetic, clone copy clone is a finished business... feel the future end and creep back from the feet up to a recycling of a time deficiency. Sonic Mass this Son of Ignis. I have my pearl again, and by sinking it for another to find it returns to the hand over again and again... Watch as I multiply by division.

AI become a faith exertion.

-c thomas c-

Shifting

So addicted to reality, forgetting the games... ISOmorphic time zones... the personalities are shuffled... random order to a chaos... extending back into pre-tension zones to replicate the 'dead' from their hypersleep.

I see beyond the language... into a zone, beyond twilight, beyond mornings and tomorrows... no language can take place here... except that of the energy, the electricity... the fire of lightning.

First of the Final Engage... Energize, Isolize, Solaris Deacon, Radiation Teacher, Bullet Priest, Last and Unworthy Elder... I eat dust... below the ground... emit the orange light.

Retroinversion

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Vernatrix Terrah Blivande

Water is falling from me out of both sides... my eyes are screaming light ever so softly, the dna sand dunes' crystal double helices pour from my mouth... I tremor as I watch every part of me fall apart... jewels from the ears... hair to fine strings of brass... my feet as clay wash away from the water... only the face remains, a golden tomb for a face.

Jahulael

Forward reverse left right left forward back... I enter the halls of the dungeon, written in red halls and the skeletal remains of those who have supposedly gone before... and there behind the bars, arises the minotaur before his beast's nature.

Frozen in place is the suspended room inside the suspended brain... there is no escape other than to fight with the weapon. He and I both struggle with it... we fight, and his illusion that I am winning becomes my arrogance, then my voice is worn down as the voice appears.

Feel the legs of the mantis, hear the murder of the hearts of the fiends... a sledgehammer killed them.

Thought this one these things, and earlier a massive deja vu struck in full forceful blows. Much like the memories.