To Dimitris Vogdanis "One seer to another"

Everyone expects to listen to lies  -

And then reap the truth.

O, it's a vast and jagged harvest after all.

Like this cretinous landscape in which

I

Now find myself.

For a moment though,  I was glorious.

For a moment

I opened my hands

And then for a moment of the glory of gods fell into my grasp.

Only because I lied.

And they all believed.

The girl died.

The wind blew.

The fleet sailed.

And the gods gathered watching from far planets

And from different stars

Seeing a single shaft of pure destruction

All set to shimmer through centuries.

Unknown

Untold

Unnumbered

Unknown

Centuries.

All this I have done.

And, I must say,

To not much purpose.

Eventually.

For me, that is , for me.

Outcast now, I stumble trembling through mine own piss:

Crossing this appalling landscape.

Learning  -

Learning  -

Only  -

Only  -

Nothing  -

Nothing.

Except and only that projected disaster never benefits.

Only stains.

But I did have it.

I had my glory and what now then from that did I discover?

I who had been accorded honours and avowsons?

I who have held the gift of death in mine own hand and saw those black vessels

Of carrion wheeling circling descending to devouring the dead detritus of better men  -

Of greater than myself?

This is what I discovered:

That a good long piss

Is better than any orgasm any day.

The gods make fools of us all.

But only I made fools of them.

Now I live surrounded by cretins who piss and fuck and stain this desert without thought.

I tell them what to do.

I tell them how to do just that.

They are no different from you  -

Are they?

And with them as with you there is no glory either.

Gods of Olympus!

I made you in mine own image  -

Do you hear?

In mine own image  -

Do you know that you are of my making?

There's no more glory either.

No more glory

No more glory

No more

No  -

Nothing….

Music rises and holds

Lighting changes to evening over the desert

Turning, KALKAS starts walking away towards the back , into the depth of the desert.

Curtain.

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