The Rote Psalm

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(struck to the chords of Mompou)

<body>

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<soul, footnotes and the big controversy>

"The mysteries of only one-half of the our communally known human universe are within," said the most divine cyborg to the most divine ape.

The most divine ape acknowledged. Both took a seat and wrote more notes furiously. The divine ape explained to the divine cyborg: the essence of time beyond what has been recorded. Both generally agreed ALL was likely a compromise between logic and a replicated situation, as they have done here, but with the Master alone and peon: that's ALL, us, or specifically you, alone. A void of pure blackness filled the air. The conclusion was decided (mutually by both cyborg and ape) that the answer was formulated in a final question... a question that beckons a re-questioning or re-consciousness at least every lustrum or two... and a question that seemingly has no written source, yet is re-constituted regardless...

Let this be said as the flame grows weak.
Bon voyage, Pol Pot.

 

R.A. Willow
R.A. Willow writes as well as sculpts or paints in absurdity and/or the sublime periodically.