My Chalice Holds Tachyons

Life can feel like a tachyon, sometimes: difficult to comprehend and always chaotic.

my chalice holds tachyons. 

essence and extension, says father. they are the wax of god. I defy him and throw love and beauty into my universe. I throw in madness, fascism and post-modernism. the chaos of tomorrow's world.

I believe in art, and Earth is a tumultuous canvas unto itself.

Reviews

[heido]

I believe in art, and Earth is a tumultuous canvas unto itself.


I enjoyed this greatly.
You would enjoy Christopher Hitchens.

[Happy Cereal]

Love this so much! Short but beautiful, you've packed more meaning into four lines than I've seen lesser writers pack meaning into twelve. You have real talent, the way you weave the words together with vibrancy and originality.