XI.
A bulb was agitated, the nightsky whirled as if a chameleon. Embalming fumes were emanating from the back cauldrons. "They had already set their sails". The moon was white, over past it the clouds were on a course, seething like a deranged turmeric. It was on one of these supine trails that I had just heard the deathsong of a fine woman. She was not regretting her dying, she was certainly afraid though. She was not thinking about whether she would go to heaven or hell, she did not arch over about sesame fuck that had rummaged ungenially the tracks of the rollercoaster on whose trajectory she was caught. But she was certainly afraid though. She was afraid of the unknown she did not know where this unknown factor was taking her to. To Amaravati even though she did not deserve it. Amaravati is the realm of Gods, and the hungry Gods had made a pact with the seers. Those reeking Gods! She was not to be a singing maiden in their banquets. I do not know. I do not know. That man must have gone through another hurdle leaving dead meat on the tracks. But she must not be carrion, the bulb is agitating. Cool wind blew on me. I know there is a rural window beneath now from where it was flowing there was no man or woman by it. There was not a woman or man by it now to have seen the breaking dawn. Dark fumes rose but the squad of clouds was seeing heavenly notwithstanding their hills of perish underneath. I can be by that window now wandering many nights through it I could have jotted down the descriptions of places that they had been over it. "No! But their wanderings must not cease". It began to rain the fiercest pissings from Amaravati I do not wander around to keep logs of the gods and their cruel schemes. Those bastards are always scheming the gods are always keeping of human husbandry I seek release from it. I am tired of their horrible laughter every night. I am tired of being always caught up in their schemes I seek release from it. I am only a mere lost soul I did not choose to have these nauseating clamour around me every day and night. I do not take life nor do I give it I am not fierce nor gentle. I did not choose to reign onto these clouds. To go about places getting vomitous to a standstill by the stupefying odour of the cruelty of this world. There is absolutely nothing to it, it is vain like the burden of every life get me down you frozen cunts I kill myself today. I can bear it no longer. I cannot fucking bear it any longer.. I cannot.. I....
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In memoriam Maya Deren II / Meshes of the Afternoon II