April 25, 2007
In a dark corridor again. A place where shadows shift and change,
transcending boundaries from image to thought. An accounting of
thoughts, an allegory of your existence with Demons as protagonists.
You rationalise by asking the Demons, "what is it you want?" Am I
being defined by what these Demons say? "What delusions do you
impart, and what allusions do you whisper?" "Why, now, do you seek
to persecute?" "Why only offer anguish?" "You, Demons, swallow the
light to deceive and regurgitate it achromatically!" I see these
Demons have no tongues and shadows evaporate with the whisper, "I
have hope!