Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


i see wizards
sending smoke into the trees
i hear natives cry
beating drums
beating drums
the natives in the eye

leaves have fallen
here in autumn
they are earth again

there is music
coming from a gray box
urging me to do nothing

glass window to the world
i see so many birds
in the naked trees
flying in the wizard's robe
stars in the wizard's eyes