In Zaire – Visions of the Age to Come


Chainsaw in a cavern, itself the size of Enki, is summoned to the prince, because he wants to climb a tree. It’s not to say he’s done it, as achievement doesn’t matter, and its not to claim the summit, as he wants to cut it down. And no-one else will follow, because he is the prince. But the cavern claims possession, on the tree and on the chainsaw, it can hear reverberations, that’s what it listens for. The rhythm of murder is summoned again, it’s greatest hits trotted out from inside, it’s first and last are always the same, the circle is trembling and no-one will notice. He substituted death for a different kind of ending, a muted transformation that to eyes will look the same. Reflected multi-facets keep the maelstrom looking busy, but since it’s only dreaming, the chainsaw can return. And the cavern didn’t notice, it was tuned to a vibration that was selling different waveforms to a different kind of light. Henceforth it tried to end itself and hope the story stabilised but constant repetition turns into new ideas. And new ideas are crazy, they are always asking questions, though the Oracle retired and they just hang in the air. The air, it’s worth repeating, is one more time from fusion, and the further here you take it, the quicker it will come. Be ready for what hits you though it isn’t real and you won’t feel it.