Fourword
Narcoleptic spells sleeper cells.
Parktown Prawn Cacophony
To some it had become apparent. A lie within a lie within a lie within a lie, harboured within endless substrates of untruth, circled in compartmentalized deception. There was never an end, heaven knows, to whether which even a beginning became measurably apparent to any other than a symptom. Such an organism, unknowing it totality, nor, microcosm of self reflection, an apparent anomaly of history, yet engrained fully, to which there seemed to be no end, not to mention mere escape. Zero separation, from it never being, to continuance immemorial – millennia deep, but none at all, an inceptive convection, dispersement upon gravitational inundation, infiltration, for what it is to be evermore against rationalization and understanding.
Certainly, it is not what one thinks, for as such it would never be, could never be, apparent in deviation. For it never ceases, but tendrils of time genetically detached, yet inseparable conglomerative compilation. Predisposed, feasting intermingled, blessed cursing, a precursor for recycled entrenchment to go forth from whence it came from ever so much as having been to begin besides that what some others accounted for recollected affiliation in steadfast assuredness delineation. Infinity goes the cavity, known, sown, grappled, grasped, digested, insisted in passing, a hollow shallow, depths innumerable, the essence upon essence upon essence upon essence, before long, ceaseless entrapment, not knowing, the makeup. But what else could there be?
From naught to naught, nevermore from whence such an organism came, shameless blindness, wrinkled within existence, extolling that to which goes left unsaid, lost, anything other than purported to be in moulded continual well being, drawn, from lost beginnings, hoisted, foisted, absorbed, none other, apparent became. Finish to start, one and the same, inseparable now, memory begets memory begets memory begets memory, no more, never been, forgotten spark, senseless burn, fully turned, millennia – none, figurative reality, encephalitis. The feeding. Such is Their being.
