![]() It tears cheerfully at its own flesh, and the blood that flows is golden. Fanged tentacle-necks wrestle like kittens. It is flabby and huge, the color of dirty sulphur. "On a bed of dunes beneath a red low sun a monster wrestles itself while attendants crowd around its flanks. Who will catch it? Gain primary PRINCIPLE: TIDE A drop of its red blood-juice slips away into the Nowhere. The others go to feed its thorny Tide-heart." Although drained and devoid of its jewels and starved, the Tide still yearns and delights and tastes. At its fore-edge it absorbs the lesser Names, coating them with its minerals and juices, and at its rear edge it expels some of them, polished like jewels. "In a night-blue Mansus-haze swims a coral palace-crown. Who will catch it? Gain primary PRINCIPLE: FLINT A tiny facet-star gleams and drifts off by itself into the Nowhere. It might be each a different Star." Although betrayed, shattered, and its very essence forced into something new, the Flint is as strong as ever, ready to light the world on fire with a spark. Each of its facets shows a single point of light. "This is only a stone, though it is smoothed and sharpened to a midnight point, but look closer. Who will catch it? Gain primary PRINCIPLE(s): WHEEL A tiny bit of its cut hair drops down, and starts floating off by itself into the Nowhere. It does not cease and all its involutions are infinite." Although sundered and its skin stolen, the Wheel still turns. It might be ugly but it is beautiful like the withdrawing of blood from the labyrinths of glass. ![]() "With each turn its cilia pulse and wriggle and its body flushes translucent to crimson. ![]() Which of the Dead(?) shifts in their slumber? and they wish to see where the halls of Nowhere lead. In these dim empty spaces, lay five corpses, and paintings to Gods beyond mortal understanding. And some, are not as Dead as others wish they were. Here, no one is truly Dead, but they can always get Deader. Lit by lamps of black nephrite and silent but yet rustling WORMS, the Dead drift down. In the House Without Walls, beyond the Woods, down the Winding Stairs and the Doors, lies Nowhere.
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