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SPREADING AN ECLIPSE.
IN AND ABOVE MEN.
We flow like blood inside bodies whenever they’re pulled down and swallowed by chasm. We circulate in each branch of the eternal trees that sprout in their chests and extend through their arms, their legs, their eyes. The roots clutch the heart, and we cover each tiny finger of those root that close and open and crush that stone of fire. Like blood, we are tears. Like blood, we exist in gestures. Words, very often, are mad of what we mean. And we are the wind, the wind’s gusts in people’s faces. The wind witch in the darkness, is the only object that can be touched. Beneath the skin we sheathe memories, ideas, hope and disenchantment.
Beyond the clouds in the farthest corner of the world, we exist where no voices reach. Our gaze extends to the obscurent nooks of houses, to the bottom of the sea, to the places only the blind can see, to rocks covered by leaves in the forest, to the streets of all cities. Our gaze penetrates light and penetrates darkness. No one and nothing can escape us. At night our outstretched arms deliver bullets, flasks of poison, razor blades, ropes. At night we touch faces. And we smile. We sound of a shot. The fire in a flask of poison. Dried blood on the edge of a blade. A taut rope in the night. Death fire blood cleath. And we smile. Far from the moon, beyond the clouds our face is an open wound in the night sky. The world, within easy reach. We can touch you now. With the mere flick of a finger, we can destroy what you think is surest. You’re within our reach. We can touch you if we want.
Inside and above people, we are fear. It’s our hands that stir up waters, that make armies march, that plant thistles under the skin. We know that you know us. At some time in your life we filled you and wrapped you with the image of our voice, the image of our meaning, silence and words. At any time we choose we can fill you and cover you again. We know you know coldness and solitude by the roadside when the night is darkest, when the moon has expired, when the roadside is a black desert. Look inside and you will find us. Look at the sky, beyond the clouds, and you will find us. You can never hide from us. Such is the price of walking on this earth into which, one day, you will enter forever. The last spadefuls of earth to cover you will be our eyelids closing shut. Only then will you be able to rest.
We are fear. We know lots of stories. All the lovers who look out windows and imagine they’ve lost each other forever. All fathers who embrace their sons in hospital rooms. All drowning men who raise their heads out of water for the last time. All those who hide secrets. And you? Are you hiding some secret? No need to answer. We know your story. We saw you even when you didn’t see us. We see you now. Are you hiding some secret? Answer when you look in the mirror and your duplicated face: your face and your face. When you see your eyes that see you, when you don’t know whether you are you or your reflection in the mirror is you, when you can’t distinguish you from you, then look into the depths of that person who is you. We will cloak you and you will be alone.
Beyond the clouds, above people, beneath the skin, inside people, we are waiting for you. We see you now, as you read. We’ll see you when you stop thinking about these words. Above and inside your face, we know your secrets. We know what you hide from yourself. You can’t escape us. We hold your heart in the palm of our hand. If we like, we can squeeze it. if we like, we can crush it. There’s nothing you can do to stop us. Our gaze notices you every single move and single word. Say a word now. Make a move. We smile at your words, as we smile at your silence. No one will be able to protect you. No one can protect you now. You’re even less than you imagine. We’ve seen thousand generations of men like you. It was our pleasure to let them walk on the lines of our hands. It was our pleasure to take everything away from them. We guided entire generations of men through tunnels we built that led to nowhere. And when they arrived at nothing, we smiled. You’re just like them. We’re waiting for you above and inside your face. Continue on your way. Follow that line of our hand. We know where that tunnel you walk through will end. Keep on walking. We see you and smile. Beyond the clouds, we are fear. Beneath the skin we are fear.
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