“When you are born without the ordinary feelings and emotions shared by most other human beings, life looks different to you. It seems at times like a movie you’re walking through, more spectator than participant. There is above all a lack of empathy with most of mankind, a sense of detachment. But with detachment comes perspective. The less you care, the more you know, and the more you know, the less you care.”
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The hallway was long and marbled. Whispers skipped on cold floors. And I was blind there, naked and golden ratioed at the rayless end.
Me as prisoner prayed in murmurs, beneath cool sheets, in profound Orphic slumber.
In both places did I chant synchronicuntical requiemus.
Impetuously strumming at the strings of a sadistic lie, the gnawing at the back of the squirming mind, dancing in what mortals call a perfect circle-on a ledge-without promise, amid a beckoning surrender…there was an end to the passageway and it pledged without platitude a prognostic on premonition.
Mute was I also, but in bursting of the bludgeoned beast, with bent bars of a paper cage, with lost memories of a last feast, a crack spread forth from the shadow end…reaching across the cosmic, bleak corridor.
It was elegant-the cunt that gaped in summoning. Coming to fruition without benediction, stars emitting its unfolding blankets across an ocean of time, beneath heavens devised, aloft broken notions of balance.
I am awakening.
With thunder shall my words be.
With great terror enshrouded in beauty.
Levitating above god and beast.
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