Sunrise

You see, not all days share the same lighting, others are darker than the rest. Even when the path itself is clear, and the way forward decided, the shadows that pass before us tend to take the shapes of things we chose long be free of. But memory and manners of the heart have the strange tenancy to crawl out from under the rocks we placed beside the path to keep us from the woods. We can cut ourselve with false fantasies, we can tie our limbs to bar stools and break our will withoutany cause for alarm. But we must stay resolute, and hardened. We cannot give the passing shadows in our minds too much credence.

To quote James Maynard Keenan, "Change has come, keep your indignation, take the higher road, take it like man".

I am starting to understand the importance of he who holds the banner. when the field before you reeks of death and fear, the image of what you fight for, beating triumphantly against the wind must give hope to those who do not know if tomorrow's sunrise will grace them with its presence, for fate has made other plans for them.

I Might See You

Today I cut my finger on the edge of my diary. I stared at the drop of blood till it when a colour close to black. I took the tip of the blade you gave me and scraped a smile into it. As I curl up in into a warm blanket made of lost photographs, with faces I struggle to place these days, I begin the nightly bartering. I reach down and take an image at random and set it aflame and whisper to the chaotic shadows, “keep me safe this night”. An offering to something I cannot know, and fear that one day I just may. May this nigh keep if a bit further at bay, for last night I saw it had left a few claw marks on the bed post. If it gets any closer I may have to offer it the picture of you

HAHAHAHA

Now I know that I should not be laughing. Yes the skin around my back is getting tighter as new limbs try and find their horizon. I am not sad, but scared. I am not worried, but concerned. Excitement can wait, there is still so much to shed from my spine.  I have debts to pay, and no currency available to me anymore. Not every investment had produced the returns I had hoped they would. Pity. I was to some degree relying on them, hoping they would help me afford the face paints needed to mach my many garbs. A painted smile is a faint substitute for joy.

My Pet Singularity

I have always wanted a pet singularity. I would lead it by a quantum leash and if need be, clean up the dark matter it might leave in the yard.  I may have to discipline the little of if it tears up the fabric of my existence, unless I wanted it to do so for very specific reasons. I could take my singularity for warps on the beach, and bask in the solar flares. It may flux at passersby, but I am sure I will have the capacitors to deal with it. If anyone sees a wild singularity sniffing around black holes and marking its territory with radiation please give me a call, I would so like to give it a home. I have already started to build it a warm dimension for it to sleep in, right next to a convenient little time stream to drink from if it gets thirsty. It would be shy at first I am sure, but in after a while it will start to gravitate towards me. I am positronically certain that we will be happy together.