'There is nothing to do and there is nowhere to go

There is nothing to be and there is no-one to know'*

 earth child

your names are many

 you broke a  promise

and now the 

Autumn smoke 

Slows breathing

the inside of your mind is shining

this mental cathedral
tottering
about to collapse or explode into fireworks ]that pour out of your mouth

In her eyes

Something to tune into

Waves emitted

Received

Emitted

With the purpose of a
European journey

A sojourn

Into the Marabar caves

With perambulators and vultures carrying

Sedan chairs laden with gold effigies

Of Victorian deities

One falls and tumbles and is dashed against the rocks

That line the rapid river’s edge

You see ghosts in the corridors at night

A book ‘Morphology of Landscape’ falls

Open at your feet

Over on the sixth floor

A tumulus of books on Heidegger is constructing itself

Books flit like bats torchlight strafes the dim light

The wind blows the flaps in the air conditioning units on the roof

It’s the perfect storm. 

*Thomas Ligotti