In the land of disenfranchised gods
all are more meat than mind
they divide themselves by even or odd,
young or old, by chromosome by creed
by currency
How strange, you might think,
are they not all powerful?
They had lived at the top of the tower for so long
that their only meal left was each other, remember
they are all more meat than mind
among them walked the gods of empty places
who took their empty spaces besides the rest
huddling over desks and small glowing monitors
something about quarterlies and bottom lines
and ‘status quo’
I wouldn’t know what goes on in those walls of text
and numbers, I am there but only under
though I’ve heard
That the god of unknowledge wasn’t at the party last week
because too many people knew about it
so he spoke in an ancient buried dialect
to the lost memory of an extinct creature instead, typical Thursday for UNK
the all-seeing god is still wandering, no one knows where to or from, his large yellow eye ever-shivering with the weight of witnessing
Only UNK would know what he’s seen, and he only relays it in languages no living being remembers
lost to time like you or I in the next five minutes or millennium or so
they stick around too long, they do,
fighting over paper and pronunciation and something called 'laws'
I don't understand why they've built this tower or why they made these rules
though mice do speak to each other,
and I've heard tales of a world once green now hidden underwater
stories of loaves of bread large enough to feed our whole family for weeks
but there were more of them back then, they say, so I count my blessings. Either way, our life is in hiding.
❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☞︎☜︎✌︎☼︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎❄︎☼︎✌︎✡︎✌︎☹︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎⚐︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎⚐︎💧︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ✌︎☹︎☼︎☜︎✌︎👎︎✡︎ 👌︎☜︎❄︎☼︎✌︎✡︎☜︎👎︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ Unk whispers,
EYE shivers in reply
❄︎☟︎☜︎✡︎ ☟︎✋︎👎︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎✋︎☠︎ 💧︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎📪︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕈︎✌︎☼︎👎︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☜︎✞︎☜︎💧︎
EYE shudders
the others ignore them, continue typing.
I can see the god of lack of light hovering in the corner,
a thin layer of translucence within the shadow of the potted Monstera
I know you
creature of the in-between,
lord of missing things, missing tiles missing plank missing pencil eraser and case
leftover scavenger from a missing world
💣︎◆︎⬧︎ ❍︎◆︎⬧︎♍︎◆︎●︎◆︎⬧︎📪︎ □︎■︎♍︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ⬥︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♌︎♓︎●︎●︎♓︎□︎■︎⬧︎ □︎♐︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📪︎ ■︎□︎⬥︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎⬥︎□︎📫︎♒︎◆︎■︎♎︎❒︎♏︎♎︎📬︎ 💣︎□︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎■︎ ◆︎⬧︎ ❍︎♏︎■︎📪︎ □︎♐︎ ⬥︎♒︎♓︎♍︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⧫︎⬥︎♏︎■︎⧫︎⍓︎📬︎ ❄︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎ ♍︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎ ●︎♏︎♋︎❒︎■︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎❍︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📪︎ ♓︎♐︎ □︎■︎●︎⍓︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎ ♍︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎ ♌︎♏︎■︎♎︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎🕯︎❖︎♏︎ ♑︎❒︎□︎⬥︎■︎ ⬧︎□︎ ⧫︎♋︎●︎●︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎ ■︎□︎ ●︎□︎■︎♑︎♏︎❒︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♑︎❒︎□︎◆︎■︎♎︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎❍︎ ⬥︎♒︎♓︎♍︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎🕯︎❖︎♏︎ ♌︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ⬥︎❒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎📬︎ ❄︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎ ⬥︎♓︎●︎●︎ ♎︎♓︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎ ♏︎⌧︎♓︎●︎♏︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎❍︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎♓︎❒︎ ❍︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎📪︎ ♓︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ❍︎♓︎♎︎⬧︎⧫︎ □︎♐︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎♓︎❒︎ □︎⬥︎■︎ ❒︎◆︎♓︎■︎📬︎
I shake my head and scuttle back into the hole hidden behind an unused bookcase
the EYE says nothing
business as usual
