"It's been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home -- only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments."
— Thomas Pynchon (Gravity's Rainbow)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Spark
I am blank
There is a nothing behind an open door
Scattered, burnt, flickering patterns moving on silent breaths
I can see sparks
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