big apocalyptic death comet from the heavens.

...i don't remember it exactly,
it was something to do with magic
and altering the time/space continuum.

little scraps of paper...no. 3

words dripping
and tongues twisting
swollen lips
of lust

these are the careful times
of uncareful lovers.

out beyond ideas...

out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. i'll meet you there.

when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.

(Jalal al-Din Rumi)