( via / via )

Failing and Flying.

"We evoke an order: an interim is assigned--
As a poet, perhaps, in the future predicament
Of the doubtfulness and dullness of a Third Dark Age,
Might undertake the unfashionable inditing of an epic,
Though his colleagues and his confrères confined themselves merely
To little linguistic and logical constructs,
Or deployed their egos in the Dionysiac delirium
Of surreal illumination, or psychodelic self-indulgence--
He might establish an order, by the example of this experiment,
Driving his through-road across the thickets of thoughtlessness,
And he also if temporarily, might turn the tide--
But they come back, they come back again, those currents of meaninglessness;
Language lags, and languishes away--
The Daughter of Chaos reconsolidates her reign,
Universal Darkness, and delivers it to the dunces..."

--Artorius

Comet Hale Bopp.

"first snow--
my child's footprints no longer
fit inside of mine"

--an'ya

The Last Train.