Out in the world, I was so sure but those were unfullfilling days, a let down. Lost are the liminal rites, all but one, the final passage, I am becoming sacred unto extinction.
Faster down this cultural vortex.
passage to
a desicated world
Monday, December 15, 2008
Becoming
Out in the world, so proud of myself, out in the world. That was long years ago and I still haven't run down an eland. I was myself the father and the son, countless generations in the aurochs cave, sacred unto extinction I follow it in that direction each day more estranged from myself.
Out in the world, I was so sure but those were unfullfilling days, a let down. Lost are the liminal rites, all but one, the final passage, I am becoming sacred unto extinction.
Faster down this cultural vortex.
passage to
a desicated world
Out in the world, I was so sure but those were unfullfilling days, a let down. Lost are the liminal rites, all but one, the final passage, I am becoming sacred unto extinction.
Faster down this cultural vortex.
passage to
a desicated world
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