the ideas of good and evil chase tails around my head again in this space where there is no darkness and no light only a likeness of which i can see something now it looks like a planet, like a pinball no like a toy so delicate and joyous the marvel it brings to walk upon it from outer space it looks serene the delicacy of it's true being up close it's chaotic with a million and one martyrs running around with their heads cut off and still preaching of sovereignty while the masses bleed their blue red teeth soften in their suffering as the gaze at dusk does on a cold christmas eve