the gods have spoken
the rest is up to us.
but the gods have spoken.
i don't understand what they're saying.
just as soon as they begin to get somewhere near the universal
frequency, they leave the scene - we alone once again, mumbling
sounds and hoping for the existence of gluons like fireflies on
just as soon as humming and buzzing confusion straightens out,
somewhere, something, someone, comes along and tries to pin it
down and this is called culture that operates locally.
my culture which is left up to us operates globally.
the gods told me they're a real mess thanks to us.