Dual
RIP Karl 1991-2014
What is there that's been left unsaid? This place has run its course, and now must be left adrift through the seas of ether and binary. Like the oaken branch, perhaps upon a distant shore, under the sweet Burmese sunrise or the cold winds of Mauritius, it shall drift ashore, abandoned at this remote hour by the comforting swells that seemed sanctuary, a static home until the end of time. Isolated from the capricious waves, it shivers and cries out for a safety forever lost. An irascible youth grabs hold of it, subjected again to the whims of another, this one tinged by the hint of the pernicious soul, a dread sense of foreboding blanketing all he looks upon. Now, the lonely driftwood is tossed unceremoniously upon the all consuming flame, and in its last breath it remembers the brief moment long ago when it had its vitality, its life, Ouranos' reach stretching far out above, past the heavens and starts themselves, the sparkle of creation far below as blades of grass emerged from the soil. It feels the ages lost, exiled among the far flung marines, and all its experience, all it has been and all it has seen, has come to this, its incineration on the blaze.
