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                the darkness
is always gathering, the light
                only picks edge and selected texture

                it is hard
to tell the age we are in – scarcity
                of perspective, rolled-up eyes – it is

                the sudden
violence releases it, throws
                absorbing stasis to scatter

                but why bother
for when light is digested complete
                it shines through all the click-construction

                and neon
nevertheless; it has been millennia digesting
                and it

                                                will …
                                be …
sumed; the world cannot let light just be,
                sleep now is just



a little snippet from askance From Hell, askance from chapter ten of From Hell by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell, gwn’n’avvalook




Alan Moore wormhole: hinged – From Hell ch. V
eyes & life wormhole: may the supreme and precious jewel bodhichitta … // … take birth where it has not yet done so … // … where it has taken birth may it not decrease … // … but may it increase infinitely
light & texture wormhole: south horizon
sleep wormhole: sleep now
society wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show
time wormhole: breathing out