exegete

(9.21.19 prison letter)

dear darkness,

I have terror at night, waking each morning the sun the exorcist…playing me. ..I am the thief, a bandit…. I have a harem in my dreams, hairless and asleep, waiting for me at the edge of my terror. every few feet, a door here, a door there, a wallet full of hundred dollar bills.

can I be stopped? am I to follow the fall, GREEDY?

I thought I should speak to you about nightshade and inter dimensional corruption. I simply do not sleep as well, I stayed out there questioning a heart beating, standing so far away, heart knotted, its product jumbled, compacted.

my dream and a coin is placed in the lion’s mouth… the waiter said no reservations found, so the lion’s mouth begged another coin.

the hand that feeds…and with hands tied every immoral thought becomes moral, it is you on my mind and I’m sorry I didn't act with more courage.

art credit : Exegesis by Carlos Quevedo