Unnoticed, the passage has occurred...
Winds cold, leaves are cleared from trees, night by night...
As I watched - Winter came...

The clash of worlds is at hand.
That where Divinity in the tiniest things meets disregard, flat denial, dogma,
Or the wretched mistaking.

Dominion -
The wholesale merchandising of a belief
That sells sickness -
Like snow that blankets the cities to sleep
While Reason is lost
To the hills and the Wild.

Born to sleepers,
The unnatural seems Natural,
It is slow death
Waking from this world,
When the Truth is veiled...

Is there no choice but to
Breathe in... Sleep.

The moon calls but no one listens.
The wind spills its secrets to the neon horror.
They are lost.

What have I to offer the lost?
To find a tiny piece of Divinity and bring it to its knees?
To lose it without ever knowing what power it may possess?

Instead, kill it quickly - let it fall to the crisis when life no longer has meaning,
Fall deeply into the mundane -
Don't let the screaming that riots within have a voice -
Instead drown it in satisfying ridiculous lust -
Sudden desires that well up which tells you that you must satisfy them
Or life will end without meaning.

The world will end so why not watch it burn?

- Written 2009