Profound killing, profound birth, deep rest with mercury, put your hand in it
breathing in to the root of things and to pure chance, taking it
don’t let anything stop you
be part of my filth
but be compelled to change dramatically
arrangement equilibrium, condition of a system, hexagonal someone said, diagonal pace, speed of atoms shaking, fluctuations which physicists often call noise. Tranquility, Postmodern triangle on top. Could you just remove it? It is horrid. Symbol on a wall, against the sky, could you understand how ugly it is. It represents nothing but horridness of it all.
Shapes of progress are going more flatter, more insignificant, more or less close to nothing with big size. Don’t you see.
“Behold a universe so immense that I am lost in it. I no longer know where I am. I am just nothing at all. Our world is terrifying in its insignificance.” B. Fontanelle (1657-1757)