The City by Jeremiah Kauffman
I have erected temples inaugurating your forthcoming. May the wind speak well my name, for my name is the only thing which stands in my stead to bring the tide of my arrival. --- I have arrived in ragged clothes. Look at me; I am nothing but a child, and I am covered in mucus and debris. Clean me off, please. Perhaps you won't. Perhaps I will be crushed under your fist. I should only hope so much, and to hope would be more than I deserve. What do I deserve? I shouldn't think or speak such things. To speak of deserving is to annihilate that small soul which manages to break together the few letters necessary to spell these words.
So who is, this watcher of my soul? I don't know. I wish I knew, but then maybe I don't.
I have erected temples in celebration of your forthcoming. Please be so kind as to dance within their halls and show them your fiery glory. Don't show your disdain; dance and be merry. My minstrels are the finest that ever were. I have nothing to hide.Their masks are of gold and my chest plate is of silver- the finest silver of..........Oh, no...........The silver.............God, if only I could touch the silver. -- - I have erected temples in your forthcoming; I welcome you into my halls of luxury and pleasure, but don't dismay that my erection is formed of words, since all I can say is that it is. Unfortunately, words do not procreate as easily as the ignorant. --- The scythe reaps the weak from the bed of life; I should only hope that this burning seed inside of my brain is not weak but strong-strong enough to endure the fire I subject it to. Even now the blade calls; it calls and it moans. It calls and it moans, like the sick sleep of those who have allowed sickness to slip between their thighs. - I have erected temples in celebration of your arrival; won't you feast with me and my legion of many? My legion, yes, they are invisible, but I grant unto you that they do, I swear, move beneath my skin in the places unknown. They are an army waiting to speak- to speak of themselves. They are dangerous and mighty; the wise would be quick to cut them down in their infancy, but the wise slumber and so do I flourish. ---I have erected temples; won't you feast? I allow this feast. I betray this feast. I become this feast. I am the whole of this feast with the very words that roll beyond the screen and into your mind. The abyss is oh so deep if only you'd care to try it's depths. I have......... What I wanted to say. I have........... --I have temples in in erection of your oncoming slaughter- no salvation, of my people. You salute my people and so do I yours. Your people come to my door and I let them in. We dance. It all happens in such a small space. The court is now my invention. by Jeremiah Kauffman jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com contact: pernetrope11828jkart@outlook.com
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