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THE WAY OF ALL FLESH
The bleating of the lamb heralds nurture. Pray for the teat. Where the trail of grace stops dead lies the way of all flesh. The bleeding of the sheep heralds nature. Prey for the teeth. Where predators fear to tread lies the way of all flesh. Sometimes come the mother, sometimes come the wolf. Sometimes come neither in empty places it walks. Between nature and nurture lies the will. Where there is a will there is a way: the way of all flesh.
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CHEAT THE WIND
Time marches on to its cremation. All names, all deeds; votive offerings to oblivion's wind. Scattered ashes resemble meaning, then tend away to nothing. Only one escapes its fate. The golden hour ricochets through the ages. The hour that must never toll, between oblivion and all, releases a minute for you not a moment too soon. Alter time in the minds of men, the only way to cheat, to win. Cheat the wind.
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DARK HALF
I got company in the womb of a ghost mothership. Destination: Land of the Dead on a one way trip. Fresh air beckons beyond the stench of death. Draw breath. Placed under developmental arrest. Suckled long on sour breast. Sharing poison memories with an ugly twin, closer not kinder than kin, and now it's me or him. Mother knew best, but I broke the bond of flesh and burst forth from my dead twin's chest. A sibling itch that can't be scratched jettisoned from the airlock hatch. The atmosphere enters my lungs and I pray I saved the Good Son.
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THE UNBLINKING EYE
In a blinding flash, the pupil contracts. The student of truth narrows his scope at expense of all else. The smile betrays the stare. All peripheral is no longer there. The sopor of reason in the unblinking eye. Lesson learned, the vehicle ceases. All earthly pursuits completed. The truth. While reason dreams, the monster produced.
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THE SHADOW OVER DREAMS
A winged mass ruptures the surface of the dreamscape. Insects descend. Odour permeates the air. A shield of flies obscure the sun and curdle the sky. The smell overwhelms. Denial digs its heels, takes the reins and steers to edge of the nightmare where the skies are clear, running waters clean, love wades knee-deep and life swims upstream. But what casts the shadow and what makes the shade of what dreams are made? The odour is returned. The night gains a thousand eyes. Skin crawls to the beat of the wings of a million flies.
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COLD STEEL
Something is out there and it's picking off the flock. It awakens at dusk with a taste for livestock, and it must be stopped. The cold, polished steel. The night does not yield. You're never alone in the dark. Aim is true, shot is sharp. Biding time until vengeance is mine. A moonlit vigilance. The haunter becomes hunted. The beast is revealed in the cold, polished steel. Take aim and shoot from the heart.
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POOL OF MERCY
The multitudes of human ruin litter the banks and wait for the movement. Still water runs deep in the pool of mercy. By sleight of the hand of mercy, the waters stagnate. Pain grows evergreen, tears flow perennially but the healing season remains to be seen. And they wait.
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SIMPLE FUTURE
"The creations of minds shall be a blessing, not a curse to mankind": the curse has been blessed. The ritual pounds to a crescendo for the deaf as a brilliance only dreamt in the eyes of the newly blind devours all colour and light. And in the gun-metal clarity, civilisation unravels, unravels its reason to be: a simple future blanketed in ash. Forgotten instincts return to the fore. True nature reborn in a feast of melted flesh off the bone and drink of the blood that drips from the pores. A simple future. Borrowed time, borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow.
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released May 1, 2011
