long time agoTo shine down your light now
And keep the little one safe and warm,
'cause to her it's just a fantasy
And to me it's all a mystery....
Lo! If I could only tell the world all things that are spinning about in the deep dark corridors of my mind I would, but being there is not much spiraling out of control within my cranium at this time for the storms of February have overrun the area in which I currently reside. The snows have fallen heavily upon the world outside my window, and the temperature is such that if on happens out into the tempest unprepared, one may find his or her skin dying upon contact with the winds...
And so the storm is mighty and stretches from north to south. And Mother Nature in all her fury refuses to allow global warming to heat this frozen tundra that I call home. And I sit here wondering why none of this bothers me in the least and why nothing outside my brain is having any impact upon all that is not going on within the cramped space between my ears. What shall I do to remove myself from the apathetic groove that I now find myself in the midst of? The world is swirling around me, eddies of the outside world try to get my attention, but for some reason beyond my comprehension none of it is of any importance to my soul for at the moment it has turned itself off and I cannot find the switch to rectify this situation...
And the snows keep right on falling, clouding my thoughts, placing a fog over all that I wish to wonder about. And they keep right on falling with no end in sight, covering the world that I see before me, covering the work that I had done the day before, hiding everything that I had known from my gaze...
It is strange to be out and about during the storm, all is quite, all is still, all has gone into hiding from the Forces of Nature. To sit and listen - actually listen - to the snows as they fall is at times magical, a white noise that drowns out all else. And yet there is something primordial that wants me to flee in terror, to run off and hide from the snows, something in the deep dark past is horrified by the experience. And yet I must stop and listen to the sounds coming from the darkness...
There was a time so very long ago whence I was living with my parents that I would sit on the back porch and just listen to the snow as it fell upon the high-voltage lines that ran through the woods behind their house, it was a wondrous time with the electric hum of the snow buzzing through the valley. There were so many things that I enjoyed back then that I miss from my life, and it is times such as these when I am living through the storms of February when there is not anything to do other than watch it happen that I am reminded of things from long ago now forgotten...
And such is this day in the history of the universe...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
And keep the little one safe and warm,
'cause to her it's just a fantasy
And to me it's all a mystery....
Lo! If I could only tell the world all things that are spinning about in the deep dark corridors of my mind I would, but being there is not much spiraling out of control within my cranium at this time for the storms of February have overrun the area in which I currently reside. The snows have fallen heavily upon the world outside my window, and the temperature is such that if on happens out into the tempest unprepared, one may find his or her skin dying upon contact with the winds...
And so the storm is mighty and stretches from north to south. And Mother Nature in all her fury refuses to allow global warming to heat this frozen tundra that I call home. And I sit here wondering why none of this bothers me in the least and why nothing outside my brain is having any impact upon all that is not going on within the cramped space between my ears. What shall I do to remove myself from the apathetic groove that I now find myself in the midst of? The world is swirling around me, eddies of the outside world try to get my attention, but for some reason beyond my comprehension none of it is of any importance to my soul for at the moment it has turned itself off and I cannot find the switch to rectify this situation...
And the snows keep right on falling, clouding my thoughts, placing a fog over all that I wish to wonder about. And they keep right on falling with no end in sight, covering the world that I see before me, covering the work that I had done the day before, hiding everything that I had known from my gaze...
It is strange to be out and about during the storm, all is quite, all is still, all has gone into hiding from the Forces of Nature. To sit and listen - actually listen - to the snows as they fall is at times magical, a white noise that drowns out all else. And yet there is something primordial that wants me to flee in terror, to run off and hide from the snows, something in the deep dark past is horrified by the experience. And yet I must stop and listen to the sounds coming from the darkness...
There was a time so very long ago whence I was living with my parents that I would sit on the back porch and just listen to the snow as it fell upon the high-voltage lines that ran through the woods behind their house, it was a wondrous time with the electric hum of the snow buzzing through the valley. There were so many things that I enjoyed back then that I miss from my life, and it is times such as these when I am living through the storms of February when there is not anything to do other than watch it happen that I am reminded of things from long ago now forgotten...
And such is this day in the history of the universe...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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