Forms

There are forms
and forms
shadows on the wall
flame flickered
dancing
for the ones in chains
watching

the elemental
ancient
watching ones
passing between
casting shadows on
shadows
power on
power

Deceiving -

it is said
a god bound them
confined
constrained them
that man
weak flesh
his creation
might command them
with words

then was born hatred


incant
enchant
to speak
is to command
if
you know
the words.

the word is the sigil
of the idea
and in the idea
therein dwells
the power.

I am enchanted.
You are enchanted.
he/she/it is enchanted.
We are enchanted
Ya'll are enchanted
They are enchanted.

Bound by words.
To believe is to be bound.
To have faith is to be twice bound
To have religion is to be bound and gagged.
Re-ligatured.


No ligature marks on the body.

Then why didn't she run?

Not a mark on her.

You sure?

Me? Hell, I don't know nothin. We'll know better when we get the ME report, but I don't see any marks. You see any marks?

Nothing, not a scratch.

Look at her makeup.

Yeah. I see it.

Like she was cryin her eyes out.

Looks like it.

'Cept she doesn't have any eyes.

What the fuck? Sorry...  Will you look at that. Well I'll be damned... Where the hell are they?

We've been over the lot, no sign of em. [a look] They're not in his pockets.

You checked?

First thing, after we noticed...

Think he might have...

Eaten them?

You said it, I didn't.

Doubt it. They might still turn up. But I expect we'd a found em if they were here. They're a lot bigger than you'd expect. This is some weird ass shit.

Bizarre.

Yeah, an that's not all, I mean, look, see how she's kneelin there? Shit, see? she looks like she's prayin. Bizarre ain't the half of it.  This is some seriously weird ass shit. You ever see rigor set in like that? Why didn't she fall over... fall down when she died? You die, you go slack, you fall down. It's simple. I've never seen nothin like this. Yeah, this is some weird ass shit.

Miserere Nobis.

What?

Have mercy upon us, have mercy upon us, most merciful Father.

What the fuck is up with you?

Sorry, I used to be Catholic.

There ain't no ex catholics.

That's what they keep telling me.


[laughter]


So what's the story on the guy?

Well, he ain't dead. For starters.

Lucky him. And you don't think he took her eyes.

No blood on him anywhere I could find. Not a drop. Kinda hard to yank someone's eyes out without gettin a little blood on ya.

Any marks on him? Scratches, bite marks?

Nothin obvious. Looks like he burned his fingers some time recently. Right hand.
Looks like scorch marks, looks like... see there? soot?

Does kinda. Only time I've seen anything similar was a couple of accidental electrocutions.
High voltage?

Yeah. High voltage'll leave marks like that. But it didn't happen here. Look around. No wires. No juice.

Yeah. Right. [pause] How much you think that suit ran him?

That's a custom job, nice job. Pure virgin wool. I'm thinkin fifteen hundred, maybe two grand.

And here he is flat on his back in a dirty oily parking lot.

I got the number of a really good dry cleaner....

[laughter]

I've never seen nothin like this.

Me either.

How many years?

Five.

Fifteen.

Got me there.

No shit.


Think he did it?

Good question, we'll ask him if he wakes up.

If he wakes up? Why shouldn't he wake up? And anyway, his eyes are open.

Yeah, his eyes are open, but he's totally unresponsive.

He could be faking.

EMTs don't think so, they'll know better when they scan him at the hospital. Anyway, you get a good look at his face?

No.

Take a look.

Damn.

If I saw somethin that put a look like that on my face, I'd stay unconscious.

Yeah, he looks like death warmed over.

[laughter]


Yeah, but he's still breathin, an he's here with a dead girl, which I guess makes him our number one suspect at the moment.

Depends on what the ME finds.

Yeah, if she can figure out what the hell happened here.

Yeah.

Hey guys. Can we take him away now?

Yeah, where ya takin him?

Eastern General.

Yeah, load him up, you guys got my numbers, right?

Hey - I'm the one who keeps telling you we have to stop meeting like this.

Yeah. One'a these days I'm gonna have to ask you out.

Good luck with that! Anyway, you couldn't afford me. Not on your salary.


Hey. I'm up for promotion in a couple months.


Oh yeah? OK. We'll talk then.

[laughter]

CSI ought'a be here soon.

Yeah. 


Gotta learn ta love waitin.



There are forms
and shadows
dancing on a wall

Knots can be untied
Chains broken
Ropes cut

Words -
the sounds given
to ideas
to thoughts
the sounds don't matter
mutable
but the meaning remains
immutable

the form is the idea
the word the shadow
the word can bind
for as long as the idea remains
held by a mind.
But the enchantment can die
with the enchanter
and that which was bound


be released.

Between the stars

I am hunger, fierce dark, and unending.
A wanderer curst, a traveler alone.
The keeper of the broken beyond mending,
kind companion to those who die unknown.
The solo, singular, the solitary,
they feed me, and I thank them for their pain
with gentle whispers of death, necessary
the beauty of blood, red fallen like warm rain.
I was the King of Night, I losses shadow.
The Lord of those who walked the burning stones,
whose hollow souls howled out their endless anguish,
whose knees I forced, sweet bent before my throne.
I once was King of Night and shall again be,
When those who threw me down lie, soul dead, before me.

King of infinite space

Oh that this too too solid flesh should...

but that's not it.

no.

falling -
fallen -
fallen into darkness.
where it waits.
knife toothed,
razor hungry.
a hungered emptiness
which cannot be filled,
tho the fear be endless
and the terror
a well
eternal
unstopped.

Quelle.
Spring.
Source.

There is a blackness,
and there is,
deeper still,
a blackness -
that is more
than the mere absence
of light.

There it waits.
it waits.
it waits.

Dreaming.
I am dreaming
I dream,
waiting.

It waits also,
there
in the space
in between.
darker than ravens wings
on moonless nights
in unstarred
empty
skies.

Shall I take flight?
or does it smell my fear?
like a bloodhound
in the spooling vortices
and eddies.
currents of time
turbulent as the wind
over the mountains
where it waits
at the end of every path.

In that sleep of death
what dreams may come?

It found her there
she was the first
and
I found her
and touched her
and received the gift
of her pain.

Damn the cat.

When I
was a child I had dreams
of The Dark City

The City of Night

I feared the city
its emptiness
its vastness
the endless labyrinth
(King Minos in all his pride
never dreamt of such)
of its streets
boulevards
avenues
The childs nightmare
of being lost
in a strange place
far from home.

I want to go home.

and by a sleep to say we end -

but we do not.
I do not.
it is neither here
nor there.
I carry it with me
and I draw it after.

And so it fears me
and desires me
an accident of fate

no more.

Damn the cat.

I saw them against the sky
the two of them
not believing
not believing
not one word.

But they couldn't pin it on me
They didn't know how she died
they couldn't figure out the how.

I knew.
I know.
But could not,
cannot,
tell them
for my tongue is tied.

Damn the cat.

And even could I speak -
they would not believe.

They're of the world,
they're in the world,
and will not see
the places
in between.

So now
they watch me
and they wonder
about the others.

Escapement

Catch,
and pawl.
subdivide the circle.
in incremental steps,
through a pendulums
slow -
arc -

Catch,
and pawl.
Galileo watches
the chandelier
swinging slowly.
Timed
by his heartbeat,
arc -
and amplitude.
pulse -
and period.

Catch,
and pawl.
or a crown wheel,
toothed
catching the movement,
of time.

Catch,
and pawl.
a sound.
the spring
the weight
winding down
like a ball down a stair.
potential
sweeps the face
black numeraled.
enameled black hands
finger pointed
waiting
waiting.

Catch,
and pawl.
The black empty sky
not pin pierced
by stars.
no clue
no motion
no time.

Catch,
and pawl.
No moon
new
nor
full
nor
hunters
no waxing
no waning
above the city
of night.

Catch,
and pawl.
Caught
here,
a moment
like cats claws
in wool.

Catch,
and pawl.
clocks have faces
like people
and always
some part
concealed.

Catch,
and pawl.
Time passing
is the tearing sound
of teeth
biting seconds

Catch,
and pawl.
the scythe
and swish
of pendulums
endlessly falling
into darkness.