The Masks

Four masks interlocked in dreadful stare

Observation changing all before

Entangled weave of gazes entwined

To make all, that once was not,

Now there


Four masks caged in pained haunt

To build, To burn, To act, To plan

A raging storm with no end or halt

The vortex spiral of dreamland


Four masks making haste to plan all fate

Fighting for a secure place in the abyss

Longing to fill a thirst they cannot sate

Creating chaos in darkened mist

Friday, January 22, 2010

new raw data for the ind

And from their words rose The Eschaton, The Singularity that was to be prime mover of all things...each word laced into existence from the mask became a bloodline of its own. Anfer morphed into war. The folded iris gave rise to the spinning galaxy. Care for their new creation become love...desire...and thenobsession. The great war was inevitably woven into eternity through their passion for living words which became children andonly now from this vantage point in time/eternity can we look back in speculation

perhaps lace and play with thetimeline from a nonlinear vantage point...Like the movie The Others they were the ones haunted and not haunting...

I see a great conflict/war...i think it is time to choose our hero..see joseph campbell the hero with 1000 faces and the power of myth...

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