Only silence lives here, all movement is dead everything is manufactured. This world's sun is manufactured like the world it shines upon. Night and day change with the flick of a switch set by some higher power.
Only silence lives here, all movement is dead everything is manufactured. This world's sun is manufactured like the world it shines upon. Night and day change with the flick of a switch set by some higher power.
Only silence lives here, all movement is dead everything is manufactured. This world's sun is manufactured like the world it shines upon. Night and day change with the flick of a switch set by some higher power.
reaching out in disarray -from chaos alone can they arrange themselves -- to attain some invisible aim. From where did they come, these blackboard scribblings? What silent chalk figure rests in its center, guarded by loops and trails: spaghetti noodles on a petri dish? Only silence lives here, all movement is dead everything is manufactured -- of protein, of agar, of plastic sterile plates -one world made to benefit another.
This worlds sun is manufactured
like the world it shines upon: night and day change with the flick of a switch set by some higher power, the creator of this world, the destroyer of others.