In the beginning was the word and the word was god and the word was ‘bang!’ and the word was the stomach of a horse and the word took the form of crow shit and the word was water falling between the thighs of the mother of nothing and the word was om keshavaya namaha namaha

At the end there was the absence of breath and two blind birds and a ship made from dead men’s nails and a world-long snake with a thousand heads and the closing of the gates of the garden and ten-faced lions and seven times seven times seven and endless potential and a single old man

Calling the name of his son not knowing

The shape of his name

Was ‘all’.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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