NOR CAN HE GO BACK TO THE PITY OF MEN.

Maudlin sonnet in Mermaid cafe.  I am the Strange Emperor.

On this high and rocky prominence

Many gods have made their home

There they vie for dominance

Each contending for the throne.

What are the Names of the Gods?

"the gods

that are not, or that are

according to the soul's desire,

like a pool into which we plunge, or do not plunge."

Without the ritual observances the order breaks down. What are the names of the gods?
Without the ritual observances the seasons lose their shape
Time fragments into billions of scattered moments
The king has been overthrown
Civil War fractures the Kingdom.
            What steps into the breach?
When there is no ‘I’ but a contention
What acts, when?

“a deed often brings with it a numbness and lack of freedom: so that the doer is as if spellbound at its recollection and feels as if he were an

accessory

of it.”

I am the Strange Emperor.  MAKE RECORD OF MY UTTERANCE

Can we catch a god? Trap one in this rogue space, this non-space which repels space and time?

Are the gods self-created? Do they take shape gradually in the mind, constructing themselves, facet by facet, until entire they birth themselves?

                Allow me to introduce myself What are the Names of the Gods?

My name is hove. Appeared, came to light. What horses has he harnessed to haul his chariot?

                What is he made of? What lies behind? What forces bankrolled his rise to power?

What shadowy amalgamation of actors, which interests? Hence, the Dark God, the shadow.

            We record the echoes and the ellipses. in  manner elliptical but each riddle shall unknot itself becoming quite clear at quests end. Master of Disguise.

“... has his characteristic experience” the same old Morality Play, wheeled out again and again-

                Have you learned your lesson yet?

In the aftermath of defeat, fall back, lick wounds.

NO WOUND EVER HEALS.

Some part of us is always in Hell. Some aspect is always suffering.

THE OBSERVER IS JUST A FRAGMENT OF CONSCIOUSNESS.

Feather suspended on the water’s meniscus.

MAGIC YELLOW BOX. Post-it-note.

The King has abdicated

                Let a God take his place.

Hey!

                  What kind of

Hinkleberg Humperdick  

are you?

INHABIT THE PRECINCT BODILY. Incarnate.

                        Tasting the sunlight in the mouth.