manikzag

- Floating along the blackened pathways, lit by strange orange fires, - Souls sitting in others energy, packed like handfuls of sardines in a barrell of brine - Flesh arrayed in rows, idling away that which does not exist - Thoughts a million miles away, or perhaps not quite so far - The mind of a mortal on a morsel it can smell, though tasting is taboo - Waves intruding all, noises annoying most - Silence the most desired nature of thier tiny, minute consciousness - Flutterbye's jabbering away, clicking and clacking and squeeking - One sees it all again and again, knows the beasts and ignores them - Deep inside, thier servant - not

A commet flying hair like crystals streaming           the light connects           bright and seemingly perfect    beautiful crystals shatter  becomes wracked and ruined matter      floats couarse - dark                   tangles as the heart is marked collides, divides spreads       Turmoil pulls it from here til the end                                                       isolations causes oblivion