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The Time If I was; the time at hand, I would take myself into me splitting me, into my infinity. Absorbing into everything peircing through things as if they were nothing. If I was; the god of Abraham, I would show myself, reveal inside my plans, make the believers happy, send the others to where they think they will be sent, end this silly world's insanity, show them what flaws they found to make in my perfection. If I was; Insanity, I would multiply myself, begin with the end and stop just to do it all over again. I would show men their falsitites, I would show them their fragilties, end with their bright darkness, a consuming creativity. A plague to end them, to become their forever ruination. I would stop them all to bleed them, shed them just to see them, end them so as not to need them. Deathly white extremities, lavish harsh, so structured, merely to see them, it was everything, this that was, not me inside, shading standing beside me, the time unfolding, against my flow. Myself standing alone eyeing me, seething inside of me. No avail to reach but to fall for I am nothing and only eaten from inside me the only all consuming things. |