Demonic Words (unfinished old poem that feels good as it is)

[dukealien]

Good you returned to this.  Many fine parts....

Demonic Words


There is evidence,
agreement.
The last word, the final peace,
kingdom come. 
Silence.
And there's more . . .  The little joke:  beyond silence is... not silence.

All talk is further evidence,
alien amulets and mugwort,
snails with agenda,
fresh amalgams.  So, beyond silence there are patterns:  there are more possible combinations than there are silences.

Earth is full of forms,
poems and new imaginings.
A path for every direction,
djinn in a soda pop. 
Never, never full.  Yeah, hard to get full on djinndjerr ale.  More paths than directions, more directions than every.

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essays or blog 
to see what the hero has to say of
sets of sporty, superstitious
oppositions.  When all is superstitched together, loose ends remain.
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a lax spat of nova,
this mire of continuity,  It's been said that, wherever you go, there you are.  More to the point, wherever you go, you were somewhere else - and that can't be changed.  The tyranny is not time or beauty, but origin.  And origin means (to complete the circle) evidence.
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dysphoria of attraction,
to say,
when all is accepted as light,
the moth must settle for something.  The trivial, profound; the normal, perverse.  And the antithesis of light, enlightenment.

There is a land of evidence and a land of what happens next, and the bridge between them is... truth?  Where will you be when the wave function collapses?