of_history_yet_to_be
fyn gula
i
am
spinning
out
of
control
n
the
strong
arms
of
happiness
.
i
am
being
led
deftly
in
the
choreographed
drama
of
history
yet
to
be
. documented
notes
to
a
requiem
only
rehearsed.
sing
,
will
you
?
while
your
voice
can
still
exit
the
movements
of
your
lips
.
while
you
still
possess
the
strength
to
sign
your
name
.
020224
...
Mateo
Mens
will
to
tracend. Makesno
sense
,
like
michael
Jaksons
nose
. (
get
it
?
sense
of
smell
...)
020224
...
reitoei
"
knock
.
knock
"
He
walked
slowly
across
the
room
to
answer
the
door
,
not
knowing
who
or
what
lay
beyond
.
A
man
in
a
suit
stood
before
him
with
a
piece
of
paper
.
The
paper
was
written
in
a
curious
style
.
words
written
but
not
to
be
read
.
the
words
danced
across
the
page
, flickering,
changing
stopping
, vanishing.neither
man
spoke
.
He
stood
entranced,
his
eyes
empty
sockets
seeing
things
not
meant
for
men
.
his
mind
knowing
the
unknown
.
There
could
be
no
diversion
from
the
paper
,
from
the
chaos
and
order
the
creation
and
destrcution
in
the
microcosim
of
a
tweny
pound
white
sheet
.
upon
that
sheet
was
written
the
history
of
tomorrow
.
020224
