"What happened in 4724?,"
asked the cat and
"Miaow?"
( 1:1 | s h a d o w i n t h e m a k i n g )
While, the End is near, Skin feels
its Cold breath is Nigh, its Freeze,
Diamond sharp, soft tongues and
the Sound, of Silence.
Take breath! Grasp in!
Don't stop! Relieve!
Scream! Scream! Scream is all!
For A(r)ges you have been but deep, asleep,
now awaken? into the light, you grasp
for 'The Cradling', to begin:
Love! Love! Love is all!
For every House of all 12 Houses
in this Wor(l)d, of each: 10 Windows, 7 Doors,
All painted over with that Blood Red Cross to:
Stop! Don't move! Freeze! in panic, grief,
hate and fear!
You not, my dear?
Make love, not war?
A dagger on the throat?
Make love, not war?
A spear onto the heart?
Make love, not war?
For ages you have been but deep, asleep,
now awaken? into the light, you grasp
for 'The Cradling', to begin:
Love! Love! Make love, not war?
'The Cradling' Session is yet, to begin, wherein the 8% of the first day in 4724!
“We must learn not to cry, not to snatch, not to demand. We must sit still, speak softly, say things we don’t mean, refrain from saying those we do. We must eat food we don’t like—even if we do like it we must eat it in a socially prescribed way. We must wear irritating clothes, pretend interests we do not have, conceal our boredom, mask our joy, restrain our anger, sorrow or fear.”
"Miaouw!" replied the shadow cat and turned medusa back from stone!