then the time has come, the day to look into your eyes and see that the sum of the seconds has equalized in this stagnant pool of water. if all the puddles were put together, the sea would be for us a poisoned amalgam where not even the vultures would quench thirst. we are not sacred as we should be. you've already begged me to make myself more accessible and the murmur of this plea I call ignorance is a drop of volatilized rain before it falls hopelessly into the desert of my ear. I speak of us as a volume of bodies because one of the qualities of what is organic is to wither and if, although we begin to understand now the entrance door of life, we will never know where the exit leads. That's how we dance like rag dolls in a hurricane blown by fate. Individual facets are subsumed into one; it's like a totem that contains everyone while far away an unreachable totalizer magnetized in the spheres is decreasing digits and tearing the fabric of which we are made.
Categories:
totalizer, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?