conscious, horrified
all my movement
in the tracking of my eyes
heart pounding head shrieking
stuck in amber like a fly
they lifted me up carried me off
into bright hard rocks
they set me down among friends
comatose, lost
i cowered amid those pale ghosts
naked among the giants
and as i died
i saw that god damned hat.

"Nor is it to be thought...that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substances walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen."
- H.P. Lovecraft

We know nothing.

05/03/04