"It pokes you in the eye - it pokes you in the heart..."



An ess of snake, w/ the little swerve downstage as though about to discover one's self... spiney... greater on top... tipsy... not gracefully right~brained, but volatiley eratic(sp?)...
Evil... an Eastern evil with the consequences of the sin mixed in...



My hyroglific for all that threatens... for all that threatens all that should be... for all that exists to set off what should be... all that to exist must exist against a contrasting background...  If I write white on white... and noone so much as knows that I've written it...  and I am unaware of it myself at all levels...  is it really there?  What if I write with the tip of my finger in the air... a mental note... but don't note it mentally...  What good is it?.....


Of what use is death?  I must believe that something is worth this... something that I will one day be able to claim, or at least to bask in... something that I threaten when I threaten that which threatens it...

I must fight it in my fought-for being, and remain ... at war ...
remain ... and remain ...

I must be.