Rabbits Gathered

 

She looked up in the heavens and there they were, Orion and the Bull, was there a bright light too?

It's only trillions of stars in this vision so bright, so many so you can't count an eternity in true.

The smell in the air was old dirt and dust that had captured the space, rabbits gathered varied histories in wicked corners, bits of hairs and dander twisted in a story. She stood on a beam so tiny as to be seen, her black and white oxfords tied tightly to her feet, grounding her mission, green cardigan on and her pants fitted, three inches above her ankle. Death looked around and down, up, and as through as through could go, through matter and sound, seeing the lines here and there, some show despair and others delight in the horror of others, cruel and toothless, bald and bankrupt here, there, everywhere, you wonder why, why it's all you, you gross miscasting human, Death here, more pills not matter when you lie with lust. Death then did dismantle a lie in a lie, this church I can not wait till ye are all dead to tell the story before it ends. 

Spin fast faster till you see the blue then it's history from here on out.

Be still and listen the leaves do rustle in the north wind

One day I will tell you a story how matter became the jinn

The tired boring question or statement of man stuck in an all knowing modernity...

Where does evil come from? You and your choices dim wit. A rock slide isn't evil, a tornado isn't evil, a tsunami isn't evil. Torturing people or animals is evil, people lying is evil, is murder evil the crow balks?

and now you see when they tell you who they really are stick around and hear the sound of trumpets bray with glee

Evil is what people are. 

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