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tagged by: @caelitis ( you there, i like you )
tagging: @insarys @ofargentum @regientis @liuhart @arvious @tiiamate @armgier @oracullua @draakotnis @serviant —— most of you have done this a l r e a d y.

tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock! // the morning house lay empty. // it repeated the date three times for memory’s sake. // it was raining outside. // “rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…” // at eight-thirty the eggs were shriveled and the toast was like stone. // the house was clean. // the sun came out from behind the rain, // this was the one house left standing. // the gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light. // “who goes there? what’s the password?” // drawn shades in an old maidenly preoccupation // self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia. // an altar with ten thousand attendants, // the gods had gone away, // the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly. // angry at inconvenience. // only silence was here. // its eyes turned to fire. // delicately sensing decay // like great butterflies // yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers // the walls were glass. // the walls lived. // the lazy bumble of a purring lion. // the murmur of a fresh jungle rain, // smoking, waiting. // the house was silent. // there will come soft rains // swallows circling with their shimmering sound; // frogs in the pools singing at night, // wild plum trees in tremulous white; // not one will know of the war, // if mankind perished utterly; // would scarcely know that we were gone. // the house began to die. // the wind blew. // licking, eating, // “fire, fire, fire!” // tried to save itself. // the windows were broken // in ten billion angry sparks // too late. // as even an elephant must at the sight of a dead snake. // clear cold venom // an explosion! // bone on bone, // torn the skin off // run, run! // help, help! // a tragic nursery rhyme, // like children dying in a forest, // alone, alone. // one, two, three, four, five voices died. // blue lions roared, purple giraffes bounded off. // maniac confusion, yet unity; // singing, screaming, // with sublime disregard // smoke and silence. // among the ruins

 

  1. daemonizing posted this

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