Chaotichandle - SANTA.

This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:

This place made from our love for that emptiness

Yet somehow comes emptiness,

this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!

For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,

that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,

free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw

blown off into emptiness.

These words I’m saying so much begin to lose meaning:

Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept

out the window, down the slant of the roof.

Breaks my heart that I have to tell you this but you don't need to be fixed, my dear I know the beauty in your world is long gone and dancing with clouds is like wishing for rain.

James Warhola

Stanley Kubrick

You can not lockup the darkness.

"Don’t court Loneliness", Tathev Simonyan

The bells and other poems - Edgar Allan Poe, Edmund Dulac, ill. - 1912 - via Internet Archive

Witness the man who raves at the wall, making the shape of his question to heaven: "Whether the sun will fall in the evening?" https://www.instagram.com/p/CnKq2zsDgoA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=