Gnostic Reading

You are reading this with totemic vision.
       
your eyes are like headlight winking stars
          in the void night over I-70 Kansas plains.

your finger on the mount
          are like god's timeless hand tirelessly being all time,
          being anything, being same, meant as everything or;

your smirk is of my creation
          out of nothing, becoming nothing, going back
          into nothing, after all being of nothing at the start

you are reading this as a last dying light, going out.

Several signs arranged into a poem

"You should never ask death a question...(Looking at office nameplate) [insert NAME here] you invite him in if you do...hmmm..."

To Security: 

Man in Shroud

Black dog nipping at heels

steady procession of robed figures

Red Flags

See something?

                           (lips sealed) Say something

[matter will be brought up at next meeting] *wink* haha

You smash fists

at door of gone

souls

flash steel/water like mercury/liquid silver

flow

writhe/beg/plead/pull

again...

There's no money in caring for corpses

in the land of the dead

Never ask a question

                                   that invites an answer.

STAFF ONLY

BEYOND THIS POINT.