New Year from Madness & Extinction by Seeming
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| 2. | New Year | 3:59 |
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It's a new year in an old house with more technology you'll never understand. Break out your typewriter with your "thees" and "thous." Smearing old words with your old hands. You'll call me Cassandra. I'll call you King James, and all we write is true and all of it insane. But the changing of the seasons will forever stay the same. You say the infantry's retreating like the knew how this would end. Did you hear the Germans lost the war? I bet they could use a friend. Right now supper's getting cold. Right now God is growing old. Right now dialect is evolving outside of this house, or so I'm told. And it's a real fear for you and me, burning clothing just to keep the winter warm. My fingers trace the gumline of a skeleton key, not caring whether it could open up the door. And the face at the window are children in the womb, this room, either way. Our infancy's receding. We're a heartbeat from the end. Did you hear the madmen lost the war? I bet they could use a friend. We're stockpiling warheads. We're stuck in the past. Death is art. Truth is beauty, and the first shall be last. You'll call me Athena; I'll call you Monet when the world is falling down, crumbling like clay. We're hiding in caverns, forgetting our names. We dissolve in mythology like blood in the rain. And you'll call me the lion; I'll call you the lamb. I am lost in all you are; you're alive for what I am.
