the central chamber

mercury when you think about it never loses its light. but it's selfish and it hides at broad daylight perhaps even at night. its ball cast you cannot hold its god flees wit light. so i take pleasure in the details. the nights of iris when iris summoned the moon i know somewhere i shouldn't let it pass all the pretexts at the coffee stand it's underway. am crossing the havoc and someday we all get paid. jef would agree to this and he would go about his round of his merry-mind plantation. benjo finds it better to sleep over something philosophicaly void. now celeste wouldn't care, she wouldn't mind playing russian roulette wit the alter ego. someday we all grow old and we countin territories on our skin and start defining no more missing done with. never over.