the inside just as cold as the outside.
the record player makes circles around us.
the sounds were made a long time ago; but
the music still greets.
the modest of lights begins
the journey from a place of weary,
the place of endings begins and we go forth to
the outside. the outside.
the heavy metal objects of this heavy metal world and
the empty spaces filled with plastic -- they mark
the time and progress of apes...
the... but we are merely hungry. still.
the light comes to us finally, and there
the fruit, and bread and
the holy fire transfigures the animals.
the return home we are satisfied from
the outside.
