Men Shall Know Nothing of This: A Space to Think
My blogs
- Alain Sucrose-'You're Satired!'
- NHS-In need of Euthanasia?
- Poetry, Philosophy, Literature
- Alain Sucrose
Blogs I follow
- 70 Plus and Still Kicking
- An Explorer's View of Life
- Critical Masses - discussing books and life
- Eternally Distracted
- Everlasting soul
- From Barcelona
- goodbye for now
- ON MY OWN
- Poetry, Philosophy, Literature
- Running from Camera
- Skull-A-Day
- The House in Marrakesh
- What will I ever do with my life?
| Location | Zero |
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| Favorite Music | Atom by atom, Molecular beings, Transport me away To the place of my dreams. A point in space, Where time is still, Colliding worlds, In limbo until Extremis A melting of minds, A cerebral mesh, A union of liquid, And virtual... flesh. Automaton love, Your caress is pneumatic, I'm a slave to your touch, My response automatic. The circuits burn out, And the paradigm shift, Its elision, My emotions drift. Clarity fades, And my faculties haze, Deep down in formals, Hound me for days. Extremis. Your reasons are noble, A quintessence of lust, In the arms of angels, My dreams turn to dust. Extremis. I don't want to hear about the future. I want to see it, I want to feel it, I want to taste it. There is a tendency to forget that the darkness automatically brings about fear in the world. But I have already got a piece of the darkness. Trouble begins in the light, if you come around here. Extremis. |