Postman Syndrome Volume Fact
[Volume Fact 2]
First a light, and then a cup, set upon a meager tray
beside the book of revelations, and tucked by fireside's
brighter light. Studiously dwell upon the ill-achieved
stabs at grace.
The second light is tempered by its honesty,
overshadowing the primary. Words contort accordingly.
Another page torn, crumbled by a fist in reaction to
actions pure in concept marred by dissatisfaction,
squeezing drops of still flame from the cold page.
And yet it still must come to this: a wordless page, yet
poignant fist to keep the fire still contained. And if
there's no more to show for this tonight except a paper
cut that's fine, and yet it still does ratify when bloody
hands will satisfy and voices can't bring down the sky.
Another page is smoothed and saved. The needless word has
need today, the millionth word and first the same.
"Against stupidity the Gods themselves contend in vain."
Against true luminance the bright ones lose their sheen,
but through humility the dullest troll can fail
discretely.
"Against stupidity the Gods themselves contend in
vain."4Illuminated now, a picture has two levels; there
is the moment clad in shallow sun. Behind, there stands
the fact, the noose of God surrounding; and tied to
everything they fall, toppling the all.
