Copyright (C)1996 Ashtoreth (William Haas); all rights reserved.
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				something larger

I am the hand of something larger,
I am the eye.
The creation is beyond my control; it is the squalid semi-thoughts of a
	forgotten corner of the mind of something larger,
or of its body, some strange organ,
birthing pieces of itself through the orifice of my mind,
squeezed from my fingertips like electricity, like infectious seed,
to crawl upon the face of the realm of idea, of memes, to absorb and devour
	what is real today,
twist its shape, direct its being into an echo of that mother flesh,
raping the universe through the loophole of my mind.
Mindless assimilation, absorption;
it wants to eat all of you, it wants something to be here in place of you
	on this side.
The alien flesh heaves, it quivers in frustration, spitting its curse through,
watching, waiting, then prodding the crippled corpse of its failed child;
then spitting out another piece, and another,
until one day it has solved us.

--Ashtoreth 7/96