Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Time is a Ghost that keeps us falling in Love with Destiny

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2012 Ways to Live and Die: Making The Myth of Time


1. Time's a Ghost


Time is a Ghost that keeps us falling in love with destiny.

I know cause at 3 am, food served hot stays cold.


She told me all this after I'd already written it.

And she new my birthday by heart.

Something she'd asked them for, but had never

stolen my ID.


It was raining in spurts like most nights in June there.

And the streetlights that weren't shot, turned us

into shadows on the walls of the floor, that paved the

volcano city not too many years back.


You can feel a man's blood. His head cracked open.

His feet wasted over the earth. You can feel it

by walking over it.

With her you could feel everything.


I ate more than she did, cause she had trained to

be minimal with everything to stay alive. With physical

things. The forms that bind us to the Wheel of Survival.


Tortured we hang and starve from it.

She told me what her grandmother told her.

My intention was to never share these secrets,

but now I long for that meal I had with her, less

for her company and more for my own survival.


It's been years since I've eaten consecutive meals

in a day, or a weak rather. All of us.

It made me fat, not eating. Such are the walls of North

America. Salts, and phenalanines that accumulate

in your tissue and make you swell.

The same shit they put in the cows, and the power lines.

Almost the same.


I should've learned from her the secret of eating.

But what I now share by force will benefit

you more.


In the End, she said,

The Worlds will change. They're spirals

will unwind like a Snake.

And the Unknowing People

won't see Day or Night.


What will happen to them, I asked her


They will lose their Identity.

Where it is kept in the Spiral.

And they will only regain it

if they understand The Underlying

Spirits.


We left the comedor, and I shielded her from

the rain so she wouldn't get sick. I took

her back to our home.


She ran her fingers over my skull, and in

that instant I saw many skulls like some of

my dreams before, but now I saw just their

landscape.


Each man's head is an earth, she blinked to me.


What are you looking for?


Bumps.


Do I have them?


No. You have no destiny.


My brother ate what was left of the food we

brought for him them made love to her, until the sun woke up.



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