35 Almost palpably sensing Mnemosynes stiffening dark, what are you are trying to recall -- a rainbow over the road, vanilla ice cream, sweet pies? Children playing in the sun? But the sun still shines. Night became day, the firebird pecks bits of human flesh right from the hand, the beaches of war are sold-out, and everything is going to hell. Even the bulls of ancient metaphors, upon which this world stood, have lost their footing. Is this not interesting? And, yet, here you are, trying to recollect that rainbow over the road. Or how you used to roam the roofs on rainy days, and how the huge city-ship floated before you in patches of sunlight. Its just that you are alive and thats why you scream: time, turn back! and the Aeolian harp of hope creates a melodic background of this fierce battle. But its silly to fight when the outcome has already been called. Here, doggy, catch! the scattered light tells you and grants you the cheering soup of oblivion. And only harmony which you once found will never fall silent. Let this be your consolation, your ease, if its at all possible to console someone who no longer is.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 16:21:58 +0000
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