Because there is a longing
Because there is a need for something new
for something unseen and misunderstood
something complex and dark
with a heaviness
(a gravity)
all of its own.

A need for an end to a brilliant beginning
with eight arms and eight eyes
shinning teeth and a burning tongue
something that cannot be seen
that is more than eyes will ever be

something that is secret
low doors and loud brown shoes
something that will trouble us into making it perfect

Something silent
subtle
polite and smooth
deceptive
alluring but terrible
in the perfection of its corruption

Some *thing*
some idea to unleash upon the world
a thought
a disease

Something new
with no name
that cannot be described for its horror and its beauty
something that is more fear than love

Its name will have no vowels
(robbed of breath
it cannot move
it will not dream)
There will only be sharp letters
hard sounds
that catch and choke in the throat
We will carve its name into the mountain
cut it into stone
so that it will be forever
outside the soft minds of men

Something mystical and powerful
a threat and a dream
something to shake the old
and scar the young
leave women breathless
and anger lesser men
make blind men laugh
and deaf men scream
it will be disgusting
perverse
beautiful
and true

AcB 09.17.01