An overlap (extract 10th work)
10th work – The Poet
pp. 250 [section V]
I’ve been in here, we’ve been in here before the time it took to write the trite you pervy souls throw back in my face, the lonely boy a beggar in this chamber of self-created castle of endearment, an echo some Greek God reduced to the repetition of all that the other folks ever said and the rebukes of a randy sod under the Chelmsford viaduct I’ll run and run to a door bearing a name we’ll take to ourselves…
in here the perfect dullness, perplex a wish for continuance and a jerky gander from side to side revealing all the pennies for my thoughts…
a hum, a hum, ahem, ahem, the dream to say and do all you will…
the way you were before it’s made into a film and slimy tales upon your puny flails at the gist of life so, I bark a spark, a croak, a host in which I’ll stand a centre to my witness from within this suicide of birth and death or a laugh in your very own favourite bar, so jeez the pastel cubes my canvas taught us as we stood in a pose with intention the artless cunning of our kind to smash the gate or walls or bonds as still they said fuck off son as some man with an over dimensioned torso counts his money polishes his coins… shuffles his cards.
(here becomes manifest the overlap between Saltworks and the interpretation of the Nag Hammadi Library chapter: THE HYPOSTASIS OF THE ARCHONS (“Reality of the Rulers”) (11,4)) see project 2 page on top menu
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