Yacuum is staring at The colour television While the adverts blare Trumpets in the room. We’re encouraged to try to Envision these spiritual truths: To buy is a good, to have Is true, it soothes you —- But Yacuum feels the age old Pressure on his temples From an angry FatherContinue reading “The Renaissance Vision of Man in the Cosmos”
We sat in the cold air for a while, Talking. As if talk was any good, at this point, In this world, on this day. Talk is no good, he says. Yacuum talks to me and I stare into the sky Thinking that perhaps if I concentrate Hard enough I might Disappear.