October

Happy Halloween Here comes a change A new life, day, breath, year. Here comes the caterpillar in it's pregnant cacoon Here comes the maggot Too, but first it's mother fly. The buzzing of her wings already rings in the echoes of things among clings and there my pride has it's sting in the matrix between my ears i hear the bells in hell loudly and it yells through the generations. Already in the place where there is no more time. No, no clocks in Pandaemonium. Even if broken they be incorrect and cruel forever. I feel the dirt coating my throat already The scent of the flower's dew rolling down the Weed dripping on to the ground where it seeps in and moistens my bones. There until Lazurus is erected once more. O, Happy dawn! Happy all hallows-