Part Two: leave the living as they are

 

1
we met in suits                     a sad interaction
to enhance alienation a comparison
must first exist  half-blinded by giant light she could barely speak and I
like a planetesimal in transit a spot or stain 
yellow in the helmet her satan smile still 
a ten tonne drill to an already quaking 
Thymos             an exchange of essentials
small talk on a small planet       rage takes too much time       information
her camp now wheeling towards a land far away unknown   a void no traveller has yet 
set sight or foot on       worry and wild hate
she leaves again her suit like a white  butterfly wing floundering across the grass of Mercury where the mad explore the bright in perfect solitary the wealthy stalk with expensive telescopes possibilities potentials for profit but this place is 
different     you come here to die while 
you are still alive

 

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gone but the conscious grass            extends friendship I am close to unity with Mercury 
the planet itself alive             breathing is like words             our lungs antennae the fizzled feelers at the base billowing in oceans of raw blood fauna
rare we are aware                  weary by.design
skulked with amusement into submission into comfort 
the Spirit leads others elsewhere some Mad
God the All into which all Eyes see                                                                           everything
I lay at my Station with a loud mind so much to do a contract made gauntly by good ghouls with fair intentions but fatality in the air around them I listen to a thousand different winds interpret their glows        gone are reasons it
leads to a Path that destroys the Station  my thoughts keep me busy and the Planet
answers sometimes 
but only in material waves of unexpected events pleasant and definitely otherwise but
now I have the Station to myself and the Logos material in form's final infinity
alone
              and loving it                the sound of elucidation aflux
snakes I brought from Earth crawl up
my back like grinning gamlets     ganders in
a timeless realm though unseen fluid 
compels                   coordinates brains and
leaves us searching I search but for something deeper the deepest there Is 
Is there someone who knows what numbers
are in terms of human scrawls and scoffing
s

 

3

 

the One Mind begins to speak m
ore obvious than before
resources are we
yet we are also Ones to others
there is a core They cannot reach despite creaching and open ports through
Trauma-tranced and trained to taper 
who they were because to become No-
one is to become a charged being by right by purely   searching    is to purify yourself from saveless souls and the stars can be quiet when you need them the most the Station low on supplies on
supplanted characters and their quirks
that's when the memories set like concrete I ration what I can                     

 

 

                                            spare 

 

 

 

it out like Sparta itself the mossed walls
stricken bricks now gleaming in elemental
glory in Mercur's many colours may God have mercy of mind, Himself our hope and our hope is getting heavy Heaven bless
our struggles

 

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symbols speak       screech as if seared by some unsanctimonious flame      an imposter         minds of phantoms pass and pass and pass yet again but here I am and there they are they like the night it makes ultra
supraments        stock from above arrives in
crates with insignia impossible
for me to decipher and still it feeds feeds feeds and now I know without question real
routes and ravels       the way of the One Who Is       the unbegotten
forgotten for walkmans gummies and films 
but the never-truly-unforgotten were never truly here

a dozen and one or more missed
among aerials never seen a one pound coin or ate red sauce sandwiches assumptions a form of insanity hatreds breed            actions murmur more quietly than words    smashed secondary controls systems I knew even inthe moment that a monument is a symbol and symbols must remain unaffected til the annihilation of the infinite and re-emergence  
of the unconsidered and unthinkable any-
ways

 

5
becomes a quietist in the quest no
curriculum for this simulacrum

1400g of meat decides my future for me and as a passenger of this place a parachute means everything      for these fields grieve us our
faces are alien to them and they cannot even invite themselves in the physical despite our Vikiing semantics an appearance would cause various emergencies     this area is abound with beating things similar to insects but much
larger complex and empathic to which
none of us could currently acquaint 
then on the holographic screen an apostate of that other realm beyond the barrier of distance    a soft sweet voice and a poison
it stains ports paramount parameters that
sound like a knife scraping across teeth
a simple voice a sample of sin an aim more
admirable in a different age     sorry for saints and their sayings but glad for the goodly the gold that moves us a force we all know but few feel the falling feather

 

 

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her amorphous anima a cruel light for prey 

and she found new ways of old agonies

that crackle on the speaker like the mass breaking of tibulas an attacking noise of phrases the floors of her dome soaked as a

portion of populace will allow before throng

and battering           her most desperate devil thriving in wilderness rituals rules her realm and now both hands out and beheadings

of those without belonging                 led her tribe to rise and rise and 

 

there was violence 

 

sad apathetic music plays as if to soothe some frail pagan when really a soul connected to Source has no end      

 

just experiences eternal and their multiple incorrect deciphers disciples      led death-ways wandering on paths with wicked direction based on auras' unheard 

growlings impersonal some have no need 

for entities lest they let their flesh become

currency I listen again to the cursed words 

on the monitor God have Mercy 

she killed them all.