T H E E N D C O M M U N E

I PUT MY EARS ON THE TRAIN TRACKS,

AND ALL I HEAR

  ARE THE HOOVES OF APOCALYPSE

i confess to my own courts the knowledge that i bear:

the line between beauty and ugliness

strikes right through the hearts of humans.

what a rejoice i feel to know that hell is so near,

and that abjection, hopelessness and woeful torment boils at our feet,

right 'neath the thresholds, obfuscated by evil, brackish waters,

the suboceanic volcano of armageddon...

all of the bad, bad stuff waiting like moray eels in the coral,

...like malevolent avalanches waiting patiently

for the alarm of a human scream to set it in motion....

i confess my visions in the court of the blind ---

i can hear the lure in the background singing melancholia,

and the beacon is only mildly visible from here,

but all the evidence point broken fingers in same directions:

in honesty,

can we not all see what is happening,

just we open these eyes?

the hypnotic spell, nay, curse, of egalitarian and solidaric idealism

that is weighing down the cerebro-spinal system of the world

with the paralysis of the creeping, slow-moving, irrevocable downfall

and all the perils and sufferings it may bring to us

and to the children tucked cutely in their cribs of safety;

surely must be harrowing to us all?

--- i put my ears on the train-tracks,

and all i hear, the hooves of apocalypse ---

mommy is no longer here, daddy is off fucking some other woman ---

the children are left in the clutches of abandonment and crisis,

and no-one ever taught it even in the slightest how to combat it,

yet, what is most absurd, is how they taught the fucking opposite....

consider it a subconscious homage to maldoror, the wicked one,

the quantum principle of evil.