His words seemed as vacuous as empty space yet densely self-serving.
Rajnar Vajra, Her Scales Shine Like Music
- Her Scales Shine Like Music
- New post “Words, words, words… a meditation on meaning” by Beth Kimbell on her blog.
- Empty Room (Part V)
- “Come with flute and come with pipe! Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp — Come, O come! I am numb With the lonely lust of devildom.”
- “Let thy ways be made wide for me to traverse the earth and the expanse of Heaven. Shine Thou upon me, O penetrating power, as I draw near to the Divine words my ears shall hear in the Abodes of the West. Let no pollution of that which brought me forth be upon me. Deliver me, protect me from him who closeth His Eyes at twilight and bringeth to an end in darkness. (The annihilator.)”