The Queen of Cats

Katharsis 1 - My Love Is Chemical (false gods)

So don't try to reason with my love
And when you pray, he will not answer
I know this for I ask him all the time
To reassure my mind

-Jack Garratt, Chemical   

juddering and chittering in the cold zephyrs of ether we formulate and coagulate into strange shapes and colours and sympathies and sensibilities as the world beyond and below and infinitesimally insignificant to us we are here and thy are there and they are but skeletons and palimpsests and false ceilings to our bungalow we have them in us we are old and cold

we remember when we found her first and we began her plan we do not scope and span in time but time passes through us

there was a tribe, hidden in the familiar musk of palm leaves and sweat and work and worship

and we overtook

we planted ideas

we planted seeds into the minds of those men and they worshipped

and they gave us sweet girls as sacrifices and bodies for us to ride back and forth through time and space and

we became the katharsis to their new tale and

and they became to us an old faint memory

an anamnesis