There lay a vision of a mirror made hollow by darkness. Yet in that mirror, more was seen than in the polish than which lay there before. Continue reading “In words, what is.”
I long to go toward that virgin sea. Where waters danced untouched by hand or hull.
In the world of the parasite, the cure is most vile, and must be fought against, parasite and host alike, for only with its destruction will the world be safe for the like of the parasite.
Much survives in a way,
Buried in layers of hungry sand.
Of all the things in all the world, it is thought which is bewitched.