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

I have always asked: what gurgles, as if sulphur and childbone in the cauldron of the witch, what broth has she used in the larynx of deepest and profundest life, there right on the bottom, the depth that outdeeps all other depths? There is something which displaces the tectonic plates on the bottom – is it Tiamat in disturbed hibernation, trembling the core of our earth by her very reptilian and primordial movements?