.
..
... Hering was asleep when the thunder came.
He never understood how and why he
had awoken to a grey and desolated
vision, and he had
had only the briefest moment
to contemplate
his surprise before Death took him from
his mortal coil.
The ideal self of his Son’s desires presented a speech at
the Father’s grave.
The dimensions of the coffin reminded
the Son of crowding
on the streets of London
after the football matches at the
Green in September.
There was always
a present conflict upon the
pathways of the signal.
Hering had fought with Thantos for the
discipline of the Sense,
but had found, before his demise, that
color can be a savior’s breath,
and that song, alone without delusion nor
blotted calcium, can bring the
concept of motives
to the proper manipulations
they deserve.
i wish my
soul had
vestibular sense, and my body
was free of
orientation...
like a thought in a
dream...
..
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Birth sign: Taurus
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