Begin with an image. Await the shattering. Tend to the wreckage. Sleep with the shards. Await the forgetting of what the shards were once part of. Hammer what hampers towards coherence. Desire may wane but do not let the hammer succumb to sleepiness. Concatenate the silence into the breaking. Until the breaking is all the world will know. Until the breaking is what makes the world go. Hammer coherence into your body. Wallow in the aftermath. Extract the image of the aftermath. Sleep with the hammer but do not let the hammer sleep. Take the image and set it aside. You are the God of this verse. Every word is an utterance in your name. Claim the context and rid it of its syntax. The meaning will erode but you will remain whole. The rule of this world is disorder. Until death claims you from the dirt. Until death culls you into being whole. An image is never faithful to what it represents. You are powerless before the image but at least you have a hammer. You are the birth of the wreckage and from it the meaning will disperse. Take the hammer and pound the image into dust. Take the shards and throw them away. Take your hands and throw them away. Take the image of the hands and throw it away. From the dirt the dust will grow. Take the image of the dust and repeat the process. Repeat until the image bleeds. 

 

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