ABYSS
31. ABYSS - World Trade Center collapse, 9/11/01:
Sweaty palms in the halo factory where the McAllister Brothers had set up shop two points foreword leaning towards nothing the neon-glo globe planet shone through the gloom BLACKDUST DARKFOG EVIL INTENT OH! - weimereiner bulldog shetland corgi shepherd collie retriever hound - whatever it was had SCRAMBLED through the dirt to get here and whatever then did I miss ? no mother no father no sister Lil just fifteen orphans all coming still "I miss what I miss" I said "no other way no other meaning no nothing to say I am guilty for living for now" I have never spoken and never will I have instead re-written a Bible of 700,000 words and still reeling still counting still evaluating like Nathan like Darrin like Smothers Brothers like Dom DeLuise whatever like James Dean Nairobi Keruoac Dylan themselves human-laden beveled topsy-turvy enactors makers doing workers thinkers with no value no accumulated intent just the happiness talcum-scented of sick success twentieth-century fag America success CRUMBLED NOW like weeds in the wind Isaiah's Towers themselves beleaguered shattered and broken pyramid Sphinx-like along some mental Nile of occlusion and wealth too good too good are the armies of this world for death but nonetheless there they are ! but they must go on but they must go on "I hear the circled bells tinkling and behind them the vast and greater alarm of gongs and the sounds of bells the great tubular sounds of panic ringing through streets left until now unattended and the great graveyard splattered with blood and dust and steel iron carnage with Christopher Wren himself represented by the little lamb embedded atop the stairway iron door along the bottom street AND EVEN AS WE STAND we are standing below the dead and above us twelve feet high the dead are buried yet in their ashen gray complexion dirt and stone and rock and monuments fallen shattered with the huge great black wrought iron fence twisted and tilted and among them SPEAKING sayeth the Lord are the many many tongues engathered ONE WORD ONE WORLD ONE VAST ENTANGLED web too which we nod and to which we must forever HUMBLE ourselves at once and now and nigh and nightly."
* for any notes about this, references or annotation, contact me directly, njabate@aol.com
Sweaty palms in the halo factory where the McAllister Brothers had set up shop two points foreword leaning towards nothing the neon-glo globe planet shone through the gloom BLACKDUST DARKFOG EVIL INTENT OH! - weimereiner bulldog shetland corgi shepherd collie retriever hound - whatever it was had SCRAMBLED through the dirt to get here and whatever then did I miss ? no mother no father no sister Lil just fifteen orphans all coming still "I miss what I miss" I said "no other way no other meaning no nothing to say I am guilty for living for now" I have never spoken and never will I have instead re-written a Bible of 700,000 words and still reeling still counting still evaluating like Nathan like Darrin like Smothers Brothers like Dom DeLuise whatever like James Dean Nairobi Keruoac Dylan themselves human-laden beveled topsy-turvy enactors makers doing workers thinkers with no value no accumulated intent just the happiness talcum-scented of sick success twentieth-century fag America success CRUMBLED NOW like weeds in the wind Isaiah's Towers themselves beleaguered shattered and broken pyramid Sphinx-like along some mental Nile of occlusion and wealth too good too good are the armies of this world for death but nonetheless there they are ! but they must go on but they must go on "I hear the circled bells tinkling and behind them the vast and greater alarm of gongs and the sounds of bells the great tubular sounds of panic ringing through streets left until now unattended and the great graveyard splattered with blood and dust and steel iron carnage with Christopher Wren himself represented by the little lamb embedded atop the stairway iron door along the bottom street AND EVEN AS WE STAND we are standing below the dead and above us twelve feet high the dead are buried yet in their ashen gray complexion dirt and stone and rock and monuments fallen shattered with the huge great black wrought iron fence twisted and tilted and among them SPEAKING sayeth the Lord are the many many tongues engathered ONE WORD ONE WORLD ONE VAST ENTANGLED web too which we nod and to which we must forever HUMBLE ourselves at once and now and nigh and nightly."
* for any notes about this, references or annotation, contact me directly, njabate@aol.com
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