the_larceny_of_not_knowing raze you were born in the city i was born in you sleep in another city now i was born with an artificial heart a brand new babe running on recycled parts my lungs were memories plucked from dried anemones my hands were callipers a compass and a dial with a rack and pinion drive years learned you ways of knowing what it is you waited for waiting taught you how to take in what years gave and ask for more that there's a larceny specific to the centipedes and they can't teach you anything you didn't learn from waiting anyway 140219 ... Risen It is a form of theft. Taking things away from you. Stealing that knowledge. Leaving someone in the dark. Staring into the abyss. Vulnerable to the stare of that selfsame abyss as it reaches into their soul and starts to rip out all the hope, all the fond memories, all the certainty, until they are left with only one: That you left them alone to this fate. That you reached inside their ribcage and followed their poetry to its source, and found their deepest desires, their darkest nightmares. Then you brought that nightmare to life. That is the larceny of not knowing. That is the Judas kiss-off. 140224 what's it to you? who go blather from