...We went hunting, we killed the prey and now we have to eat it!
In the middle of the expedition, we killed all the vultures; now, we are not allowed to leave our conquest drifting about.
For even the wind went to sleep in honour of our efforts at this chase.
The prey is ours and ours alone. No one will touch it because no one else exists. There’s only the two of us as the same coin. The hunter is on one side and the hunt at the other.
And now, you are the sword and I am the wall. Our desires have banded together and no longer know how to differentiate themselves. These are at an advanced and irreversible state of schizophrenia.
Desperately they manipulate the sword.
There is only one target.
The wall which I am, with no space or refuge to escape to!
C’mon, my morning star.
Do strike me.
It has been a fair fight; I have not surrendered by lack of strength but by the incontestability found in the battle in question. Without you I can no longer find myself. I made the universal mistake of invading your mind and now I’m locked in it.
Therefore the wall is waiting for your accurate advances. That is, the wall is also you ... so; the sword revolves and preens against itself, against myself in a hallucinated dance.
It's time to pay off old and dangerous debts... it's time, my crescent moon...
From the book: - (Yesterday And Today In Parallel Lines)
