Primum Mobile

What cowardice has moved us to curl bent and broken in our cages, to paint the windows black against the fading soft dawns desperate to dew our crooked tongues? Throw a white flag to the east and forget. There is a world, a secret world, where everything is a message and where communication is possible. God damn your past and your memories, filth for futures, and God damn your sacred soul. Pray with your body; pray with your body for the flames. Make love to every secret thought and confront the Hidden Intelligence. I am; I will be. Where are the Holy Living Creatures?